# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | The morning bright | | | | | | | |
202 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
203 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
204 | There is a blessed home | | | | | | | |
205 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
206 | There is a safe and secret place | | | | | | | |
207 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
208 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
209 | The springtide hour brings leaf and flower | | | | | | | |
210 | The strife is o'er, the battle done | | | | | | | |
211 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
212 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
213 | Thou art the way—to thee alone | | | | | | | |
214 | Thou, from whom we never part | | | | | | | |
215 | Thou One in all, thou All in one | | | | | | | |
216 | Thou that once, by mother's knee | | | | | | | |
217 | Thou who roll'st the year around | | | | | | | |
218 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
219 | Thy name, O Lord, in sweet accord | | | | | | | |
220 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
221 | To arms, ye Christian soldiers! | | | | | | | |
222 | Uplift the banner! Let it float | | | | | | | |
223 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
224 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
225 | We are but little children weak | | | | | | | |
226 | We come with songs of gladness | | | | | | | |
227 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
228 | We plough the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
229 | We sing the loving Jesus | | | | | | | |
230 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
231 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
232 | When evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
233 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
234 | When, his salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
235 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
236 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
237 | When He cometh, when He cometh | | | | | | | |
238 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
239 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
240 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
241 | Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
242 | Yes, for me, for me he careth | | | | | | | |
243 | Yes, God is good; in earth and sky | | | | | | | |
244 | Yield not to temptation | | | | | | | |
245 | Youthful days are passing o'er us | | | | | | | |
246 | Glory be to the Father, and to the Son | | | | | | | |
247 | Glory be to God on high and on earth peace | | | | | | | |
248 | God be merciful unto us, and bless us | | | | | | | |
249 | It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
250 | O all ye Works of the Lord, bless ye the Lord | | | | | | | |
251 | O be joyful in the Lord all ye lands | | | | | | | |
252 | Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
253 | Oh, sing unto the Lord a new song | | | | | | | |
254 | Praise the Lord O my soul, and all that is within me | | | | | | | |
255 | Our Father, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
256 | I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me | | | | | | | |
257 | I will magnify thee, will magnify thee | | | | | | | |
258 | Praise ye the Father, his pow'r is everlasting | | | | | | | |
259 | Sing ye Jehovah's praises | | | | | | | |
260a | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
260b | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
261 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
262 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
263 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
264 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
265 | In the fields, with their flocks abiding | | | | | | | |
266 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
267 | Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! | | | | | | | |
268 | O little town of Bethlehem! | | | | | | | |
269 | Once in royal David's city | | | | | | | |
270 | Ring out the merry merry bells | | | | | | | |
271 | Ring, sweet bells, your story once again | | | | | | | |
272 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
273 | The joyful morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
274 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
275 | Who is he in yonder stall | | | | | | | |
276 | America, so proud and free | | | | | | | |
277 | Angel of Peace, thou hast wandered too long | | | | | | | |
278 | Before the Lord we bow | | | | | | | |
279 | From the hillside, from the hollow | | | | | | | |
280 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
281 | God ever glorious! Sovereign of nations | | | | | | | |
282 | God of our fathers, bless this our land | | | | | | | |
283 | Great God of nations! now to thee | | | | | | | |
284 | Hail! Columbia, happy land! | | | | | | | |
285 | Hail to the merry merry springtime! | | | | | | | |
286 | Jerusalem, the golden! | | | | | | | |
287 | Let the hills and vales resound, ev'ry heart with rapture bound | | | | | | | |
288 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
289 | 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam | | | | | | | |
290 | Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord | | | | | | | |
291 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
292 | O beautiful, beautiful realm of the west! | | | | | | | |
293 | O beautiful, my country | | | | | | | |
294 | O Columbia! the gem of the ocean | | | | | | | |
295 | O God, beneath thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
296 | Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
297 | O Lord of hosts! Almighty King! | | | | | | | |
298 | O union great, our own loved land | | | | | | | |
299 | Raise again the bold refrain that tells of mighty deeds | | | | | | | |