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101 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
102 | Great God, the followers of thy Son | | | | | | | |
103 | All nature's works his praise declare | | | | | | | |
104 | Around the throne of God the host angelic | | | | | | | |
105 | To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
106 | O thou who on thy chosen Son | | | | | | | |
107 | Like Isr'l's hosts to exile driven | | | | | | | |
108 | In this glad hour, when children meet | | | | | | | |
109 | Father, thy gentle chastisement | | | | | | | |
110 | We rear not a temple, like Judah's of old | | | | | | | |
111 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | | | |
112 | Mighty One, before whose face | | | | | | | |
113 | O thou whose love can ne'er forget | | | | | | | |
114 | Our Father, to thy love we owe | | | | | | | |
115 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
116 | O God, whose dread and dazzling brow | | | | | | | |
117 | Thou whose unmeasured temple stands | | | | | | | |
118 | All that in this wide world we see | | | | | | | |
119 | When this song of praise shall cease | | | | | | | |
120 | Lord, who ordainest for mankind | | | | | | | |
121 | All priase to him of Nazareth | | | | | | | |
122 | O North, with all thy vales of green, O South with all thy palms | | | | | | | |
123 | Thou unrelenting past | | | | | | | |
124 | How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps | | | | | | | |
125 | Within this lowly grave a conqueror lies | | | | | | | |
126 | O slow to smite and swift to spare | | | | | | | |
127 | When the blind suppliant in the way | | | | | | | |
128 | Dear ties of mutual succor bind | | | | | | | |
129 | Father, I see my wrong | | | | | | | |
130 | Jesus said with soothing voice | | | | | | | |
131 | When all things thou hast made | | | | | | | |
131a | I aim to follow thee | | | | | | | |
132 | Give me, O Lord, a thankful heart | | | | | | | |
133 | Father, accept these sacred walls | | | | | | | |
134 | Loving Father, heavingly King | | | | | | | |
135 | The God in whom I ever trust | | | | | | | |
136 | He made the sun, and gave him light | | | | | | | |
137 | I sin, whenever I pursue | | | | | | | |
138 | For us God's only Son | | | | | | | |
139 | O when the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
140 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
141 | How fast the rapid hours retire | | | | | | | |
142 | The dying year, the dying year | | | | | | | |
143 | The midnight winds are sounding loud | | | | | | | |
144 | Black the heaven is overcast | | | | | | | |
145 | See the streaks of daylight swim | | | | | | | |
146 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
147 | The moon is up, how calm and slow | | | | | | | |
148 | My God, by thy directing power | | | | | | | |
149 | Father, I thank thee for thy care | | | | | | | |
150 | God of the earth's extended plains | | | | | | | |
151 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |
152 | O who that has gazed in the stillness of even | | | | | | | |
153 | Our Father, nature's God | | | | | | | |
154 | Parent of souls, all tribes depend | | | | | | | |
155 | Of idle hopes and fancies wild | | | | | | | |
156 | Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old | | | | | | | |
157 | When Jesus trod by thy blue sea | | | | | | | |
158 | No words of labored prayer I know | | | | | | | |
159 | I would my work were better done | | | | | | | |
160 | Here, in a world of doubt | | | | | | | |
161 | In the morning I will raise | | | | | | | |
162 | Slowly, by thy hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
163 | Richly, O richly, have I been | | | | | | | |
164 | What is this that stirs within | | | | | | | |
165 | That one so rich in promise | | | | | | | |
166 | Father in heaven, to thee my heart | | | | | | | |
167 | O mingle with the widow's tears | | | | | | | |
168 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
169 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
170 | O for a prophet's fire | | | | | | | |
171 | Here, in the broken bread, here in the cup | | | | | | | |
172 | Ah this life is full of danger | | | | | | | |
173 | O how far are we below him | | | | | | | |
174 | Our Father, here again we raise | | | | | | | |
175 | While round thy throne, O God, we bend | | | | | | | |
176 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
177 | We come in childhood's innocence | | | | | | | |
178 | Jehovah, at thine awful throne | | | | | | | |
179 | Good night, good night, our song is said | | | | | | | |
180 | Changing, fading, falling, flying | | | | | | | |
181 | So the two voices, to the dreamer's thought | | | | | | | |
182 | Welcome, servant of the Lord | | | | | | | |
183 | He who in mercy makes the sun to shine | | | | | | | |
184 | I look upon thy features, honored friend | | | | | | | |
185 | From Maine, Vermont, New Hampshire | | | | | | | |
186 | They had fed on his word | | | | | | | |
187 | I saw the mountain oak with towering form | | | | | | | |
188 | All the days of my life, be they many or few | | | | | | | |
189 | Serve God and be cheerful | | | | | | | |
190 | O Father of the living Christ | | | | | | | |
191 | Man in his might and worldly skill | | | | | | | |
192 | Almighty Power, whose word and will sustain | | | | | | | |
193 | We come, a pilgrim band, to kneel | | | | | | | |
194 | As wandering o'er life's weary way | | | | | | | |
195 | When, driven by oppression's rod | | | | | | | |
196 | The Christmas tree, The Christmas tree | | | | | | | |
197 | Farewell, farewell, thou fostering earth | | | | | | | |
198 | See, the golden morning rises | | | | | | | |
199 | O shall our hearts that Friend forsake | | | | | | | |