# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
d2 | Acquaint thee, my spirit | | | | | | | |
d3 | All around us, fair | | | | | | | |
d4 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blest be thou, the [O] God of Isr'l | | | | | | | |
d6 | Brothers to our native land | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d9 | Day is breaking, earth | | | | | | | |
d10 | Evening o'er the vale | | | | | | | |
d11 | Father, source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d12 | Father Supreme, whose wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d13 | For many seasons we have met | | | | | | | |
d14 | Forth from the dark and [the] stormy sky | | | | | | | |
d15 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d16 | God ever glorious, Sovereign of nations | | | | | | | |
d17 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d18 | God, my King, thy [your] might confessing | | | | | | | |
d19 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d20 | Gone are those [the] great and good | | | | | | | |
d21 | Hail to the glad New Year | | | | | | | |
d22 | Happy birds that sing and fly | | | | | | | |
d23 | Heavenly Father, sovereign [might] Lord | | | | | | | |
d24 | Heavenly Shepherd, true and holy | | | | | | | |
d25 | Help us to praise, Father | | | | | | | |
d26 | Higher, higher we will [will we] climb | | | | | | | |
d27 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me [us] | | | | | | | |
d28 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d29 | In each breeze that wanders free | | | | | | | |
d30 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
d31 | In the morning I will pray For God's blessing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Isr'l's Shepherd, guide me [us], feed me [us] | | | | | | | |
d33 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lo the earth is risen | | | | | | | |
d35 | Mighty God, we worship | | | | | | | |
d36 | Moon and stars their flight | | | | | | | |
d37 | Morn breaks, morning | | | | | | | |
d38 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d39 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d40 | None loves me, Father, with thy love | | | | | | | |
d41 | Now night comes softly | | | | | | | |
d42 | Now on land and sea descending | | | | | | | |
d43 | Now one last song, and then we part | | | | | | | |
d44 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d45 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d46 | O all ye lands, in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
d47 | O Father, by thy holy will | | | | | | | |
d49 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
d50 | O Paradise, O Paradise, who doth [does] [would] not win thy rest | | | | | | | |
d51 | O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
d52 | O'er the silent fields | | | | | | | |
d53 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
d54 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d55 | Praise ye the Lord ye hosts above | | | | | | | |
d56 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
d57 | Rest, weary pilgrim, thy journey is o'er | | | | | | | |
d58 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d59 | Strew all their graves with flowers | | | | | | | |
d60 | The dove let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d61 | The eastern hills are glowing | | | | | | | |
d62 | The evening bell is ringing | | | | | | | |
d63 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d64 | The night, the night is ended | | | | | | | |
d65 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d66 | The sweet June days are [have] come again | | | | | | | |
d67 | The wild flower drinks the morning dew | | | | | | | |
d68 | Thou Sun with dazzling rays | | | | | | | |
d69 | Thy flowery spring, at God's command | | | | | | | |
d70 | Till the grasp of death | | | | | | | |
d71 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d72 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d73 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d74 | Whichever way the wind doth blow | | | | | | | |