# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little word in kindness spoken | | | | | | | |
d2 | Ah yes the poor man's garden | | | | | | | |
d3 | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | | | |
d4 | Ancient of days, thy name we praise | | | | | | | |
d5 | Arrayed in clouds of golden light | | | | | | | |
d6 | Be kind to thy [your] father, for when thou [you] wert [wast] [were] young | | | | | | | |
d7 | Begin the high, celestial strain My raptured [ravished] soul | | | | | | | |
d8 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d9 | Child amid [amidst] the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christ [God], whose glory fills the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, ye young, and do not spurn | | | | | | | |
d13 | Father in heaven, thy ceaseless love | | | | | | | |
d14 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
d15 | From year to year in love we meet | | | | | | | |
d16 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d17 | Great God, our voice to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hark, the deep toned bell is calling | | | | | | | |
d20 | Hear, O hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
d21 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d22 | How gracious the promise, how soothing the word | | | | | | | |
d23 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d24 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d25 | In each breeze that wanders free | | | | | | | |
d26 | In the green fields of Palestine | | | | | | | |
d27 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d28 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d29 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d30 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
d31 | O God, thy boundless love we praise | | | | | | | |
d32 | O Lord, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d33 | O sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
d34 | Once more the light of day I see | | | | | | | |
d35 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d36 | Our heavenly Father, hear | | | | | | | |
d37 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d38 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
d39 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d40 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d41 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d42 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |
d43 | Sons of men, behold him [from] far, Hail the | | | | | | | |
d44 | Soon our Sabbaths will be | | | | | | | |
d45 | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d46 | Sweet is the task, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d47 | Swift my childhood's dreams are passing | | | | | | | |
d48 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d49 | The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
d50 | The rose that all are praising is not the rose for me | | | | | | | |
d51 | The Sunday school, the Sunday school to children's hearts how dear | | | | | | | |
d52 | The young, the lovely, pass away | | | | | | | |
d53 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d54 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d55 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d56 | This day let grateful praise ascend | | | | | | | |
d57 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d58 | To thee our wants are known | | | | | | | |
d59 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
d60 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d61 | When Joy thy heart is swelling | | | | | | | |
d62 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d63 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |