# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1000 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
1001 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
1002 | Now, host with host assembling | | | | | | | |
1003 | On Thibet's snow-capped mountains | | | | | | | |
1004 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
1005 | Break forth in song, ye trees | | | | | | | |
1006 | Gone are those great and good | | | | | | | |
1007 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
1008 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! | | | | | | | |
1009 | Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man! | | | | | | | |
1010 | Restore, O Father! to our times restore | | | | | | | |
1011 | God, the all-terrible, Thou who ordainest | | | | | | | |
1012 | Down the dark future, through long generations | | | | | | | |
1013 | Father divine! this deadening power control | | | | | | | |
1014 | Lord Jesus, come! for here | | | | | | | |
1015 | Hush the loud cannon's roar | | | | | | | |
1016 | "Is this a fast for me?" | | | | | | | |
1017 | May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood | | | | | | | |
1018 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
1019 | O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! | | | | | | | |
1020 | When the great Judge, supreme and just | | | | | | | |
1021 | Lord, when iniquities abound | | | | | | | |
1022 | With my whole heart I'll raise my song | | | | | | | |
1023 | Gird on Thy conquering sword | | | | | | | |
1024 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
1025 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
1026 | Lord, from thy blessed throne | | | | | | | |
1027 | Roll on, thou joyful day | | | | | | | |
1028 | Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming | | | | | | | |
1029 | Everlasting! changing never! | | | | | | | |
1030 | Now be my heart inspired to sing | | | | | | | |
1031 | My refuge is the God of love | | | | | | | |
1032 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
1033 | Judges, who rule the world by laws | | | | | | | |
1034 | Lord, when Thine ancient people cried | | | | | | | |
1035 | O Holy Father! just and true | | | | | | | |
1036 | O Lord! our eyes have waited long | | | | | | | |
1037 | Lord! deliver; Thou canst save | | | | | | | |
1038 | Men! whose boast it is, that ye | | | | | | | |
1039 | God made all His creatures free | | | | | | | |
1040 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
1041 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
1042 | Lord! while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
1043 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
1044 | We praise Thee, Lord! if but one soul | | | | | | | |
1045 | Slavery and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
1046 | Father of mercies! send Thy grace | | | | | | | |
1047 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
1048 | Speak gently--it is better far | | | | | | | |
1049 | Friends of the poor, the young, the weak! | | | | | | | |
1050 | Go to the pillow of disease | | | | | | | |
1051 | Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou | | | | | | | |
1052 | Come, let us sing her praise abroad | | | | | | | |
1053 | The Lord will come, and not be slow | | | | | | | |
1054 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace! | | | | | | | |
1055 | She loved her Saviour, and to Him | | | | | | | |
1056 | O pure reformers! not in vain | | | | | | | |
1057 | O, see how Jesus trusts himself | | | | | | | |
1058 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
1059 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
1060 | Defend the poor and desolate | | | | | | | |
1061 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
1062 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
1063 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
1064 | Praise ye Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
1065 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | | | |
1066 | Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises | | | | | | | |
1067 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
1068 | I ask not now for gold to gild | | | | | | | |
1069 | No bitter tears for thee be shed | | | | | | | |
1070 | Oh! if there be an hour that brings | | | | | | | |
1071 | Close softly, fondly, while ye weep | | | | | | | |
1072 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
1073 | Of all the thoughts of God, that are | | | | | | | |
1074 | What would we give to our beloved? | | | | | | | |
1075 | The mourners came, at break of day | | | | | | | |
1076 | At evening time, let there be light | | | | | | | |
1077 | Oh! strange infirmity! to think | | | | | | | |
1078 | Great God, what do I see and hear | | | | | | | |
1079 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
1080 | Shall man, O God of light and life! | | | | | | | |
1081 | O for those solitary hours | | | | | | | |
1082 | He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower | | | | | | | |
1083 | Why weep for those, frail child of woe | | | | | | | |
1084 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
1085 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
1086 | O, angel of the land of peace | | | | | | | |
1087 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
1088 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
1089 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
1090 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
1091 | Return, my roving heart! return | | | | | | | |
1092 | Earth's transitory things decay | | | | | | | |
1093 | When life, as opening buds, is sweet | | | | | | | |
1094 | How blest are they whose transient years | | | | | | | |
1095 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
1096 | Say, why should friendship grieve for those | | | | | | | |
1097 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
1098 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
1099 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |