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200 | Into the wilderness was Hagar driven | | | | | | | |
201 | Hark, the gentle Shepherd's voice | | | | | | | |
202 | Music's the language of cherubs in glory | | | | | | | |
203 | One prayer, with never-ceasing sound | | | | | | | |
204 | And when the Ancient Mariner shall see | | | | | | | |
205 | Sovereign and transforming grace | | | | | | | |
206 | Beneath thine hammer, Lord, I lie | | | | | | | |
207 | 'Twas the day when God's Anointed | | | | | | | |
208 | 'Twas in the east, the mystic east | | | | | | | |
209 | Lo another offering to thy courts | | | | | | | |
210 | A single star how bright | | | | | | | |
211 | The sun is still forever sounding | | | | | | | |
212 | Christ hath arisen! joy to our buried Head | | | | | | | |
213 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
214 | Holy Spirit, Fire divine | | | | | | | |
215 | I heard the trailing garments of the night | | | | | | | |
216 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
217 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
218 | When the hours of Day are numbered | | | | | | | |
219 | The day is cold, and dark, and dreary | | | | | | | |
220 | I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls | | | | | | | |
221 | Were half the power that fills the world with terror | | | | | | | |
222 | There is no flock, however watched and tended | | | | | | | |
223 | Take them, O death, and bear away | | | | | | | |
224 | Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more" | | | | | | | |
225 | Saint Augustine well hast thou said | | | | | | | |
226 | All is of God! If he but wave his hand | | | | | | | |
227 | Come to me, O ye children | | | | | | | |
228 | O gift of God! O perfect day | | | | | | | |
229 | O little feet, that such long years | | | | | | | |
230 | Into what land of harvests what plantations | | | | | | | |
231 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
232 | The earth, all light and loveliness | | | | | | | |
233 | Father, direct my ways | | | | | | | |
234 | How long, O Lord, how long | | | | | | | |
235 | Father, to thee alone Is thy child's spirit | | | | | | | |
236 | O Lord, deliver, when the unclouded ray | | | | | | | |
237 | Toiling through the livelong night | | | | | | | |
238 | Glory to God | | | | | | | |
239 | Our life is but a span | | | | | | | |
240 | Hail to the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
241 | Lord, in whose might the Savior trod | | | | | | | |
242 | Holy Son of God, most high | | | | | | | |
243 | Year passeth after year, O Lord our God | | | | | | | |
244 | O suffering Friend of human kind | | | | | | | |
245 | Yes, there were some among thy hearers | | | | | | | |
246 | Children of light awake at Jesus call arise | | | | | | | |
247 | Take, and eat, the Savior said | | | | | | | |
248 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
249 | We gather to the sacred board | | | | | | | |
250 | Where the dark sea of Egypt throws | | | | | | | |
251 | Why should such sorrow come | | | | | | | |
252 | Who is the Shepherd sent to lead | | | | | | | |
253 | This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign | | | | | | | |
254 | Not charity we ask | | | | | | | |
255 | O love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
256 | Lord of all being, throned afar | | | | | | | |
257 | Behold not him we knew | | | | | | | |
258 | God bless our fathers' land | | | | | | | |
259 | O Lord of hosts, almighty King | | | | | | | |
260 | Home, Home, As we kneel at thy time-hallowed | | | | | | | |
261 | Nigh, in that hour of secret grief | | | | | | | |
262 | Has life no charm for thee | | | | | | | |
263 | The hallowed morn returns again | | | | | | | |
263a | Author of all my blessings here | | | | | | | |
264 | Father, when gathered round thy throne | | | | | | | |
265 | Father, before I close mine eyes | | | | | | | |
266 | Around thy forest shrine, Eternal God | | | | | | | |
267 | Eternal Father, throned above, Fountain of live | | | | | | | |
268 | Is there a secret, hidden place | | | | | | | |
269 | Father, enthroned above, Thou source of life | | | | | | | |
270 | Not amid pleasure's giddy throng | | | | | | | |
271 | One universal strain of praise | | | | | | | |
272 | If ever angel's wing droop from its home | | | | | | | |
273 | Flowers for the early dead | | | | | | | |
274 | Welcome, thou blessed spot, Too long my feet | | | | | | | |
275 | Not within palace halls the holy infant lay | | | | | | | |
276 | A sweet and blessed strain they swell | | | | | | | |
277 | This day let grateful praise ascend | | | | | | | |
278 | Whatever dims thy sense of truth | | | | | | | |
279 | When in silence, o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
280 | Praise, for the glorious light | | | | | | | |
281 | Infinite Spirit, who art round us ever | | | | | | | |
282 | Here after Jacob parted from his brother | | | | | | | |
283 | When April's warmth unlocks the clod | | | | | | | |
284 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
285 | To thee, O God in heaven, this little one we bring | | | | | | | |
286 | To him who children blessed | | | | | | | |
287 | For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
288 | Where, for a thousand miles the sweet Ohio smiles | | | | | | | |
289 | Dear Friend, whose presence in the house | | | | | | | |
290 | Give me, my God, to feel thee in my joy | | | | | | | |
291 | New heavens, new earth, where are ye | | | | | | | |
292 | O thou, by God ordained to lead the race | | | | | | | |
293 | The humble pile our fathers raised | | | | | | | |
294 | How sweetly from the western sky | | | | | | | |
295 | Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine | | | | | | | |
296 | In darker days, and nights of storm | | | | | | | |
297 | O thou eternal One, may I commune | | | | | | | |
298 | Dear Jesus, were thy spirit now on earth | | | | | | | |