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1 | Father, thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
2 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
3 | While nature welcomes in the day | | | | | | | |
4 | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
5 | On thy fair bosom, silver lake | | | | | | | |
6 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
7 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
8 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
9 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
10 | The gift indulgent heaven bestows | | | | | | | |
11 | Oh! blest art thou whose steps may rove | | | | | | | |
12 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
13 | A little word in kindness spoken | | | | | | | |
14 | How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun | | | | | | | |
15 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
16 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
17 | How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood | | | | | | | |
18 | Lo the heavens are breaking | | | | | | | |
19 | When twilight's gray and pensive hour | | | | | | | |
20 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
21 | Brightest and best of the stars of the morning | | | | | | | |
22 | There is a pure, a peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
23 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
24 | The bird let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
25 | Gently glides the stream of life | | | | | | | |
26 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
27 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
28 | There's nothing bright above, below | | | | | | | |
29 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
30 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
31 | How cheering the thought that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
32 | The sunset is calm on the face of the deep | | | | | | | |
33 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
34 | Like a dream when one awaketh | | | | | | | |
35 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
36 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
37 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
38 | Soft, soft, music is stealing | | | | | | | |
39 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
40 | Before the rosy dawn of day | | | | | | | |
41 | O joy to thee, joy to thee daughter of sorrow | | | | | | | |
42 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
43 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
44 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
45 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
46 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
47 | Arrayed in clouds of golden light | | | | | | | |
48 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
49 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
50 | See how, beneath the moon beam's smile | | | | | | | |
51 | Ye Christian heralds! go proclaim | | | | | | | |
52 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
53 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
54 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
55 | Sleep forsake us! may the soul | | | | | | | |
56 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
57 | Far, far o'er hill and dell | | | | | | | |
58 | I would not live always, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
59 | O thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides | | | | | | | |
60 | Traveller! dost thou hear the tidings | | | | | | | |
61 | Vale of the cross, the shepherds tell | | | | | | | |
62 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
63 | The humblest flower that decks the vale | | | | | | | |
64 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
65 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
66 | Forgive thy foes, nor that alone | | | | | | | |
67 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
68 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
69 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
70 | Lo the blithesome lark is soaring | | | | | | | |
71 | There is a mild and tranquil light | | | | | | | |
72 | While Thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
73 | The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale | | | | | | | |
74 | Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
75 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
76 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
77 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
78 | See the gleams of daylight swim | | | | | | | |
79 | Softly beam the dews of morning | | | | | | | |
80 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
81 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
82 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
83 | Come to the sunset tree | | | | | | | |
84 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
85 | There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet | | | | | | | |
86 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
87 | O Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | | | | | | | |
88 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
89 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
90 | The scene was more beautiful far to my eye | | | | | | | |
91 | As every day, thy mercy spares | | | | | | | |
92 | O how brightly how brightly the sun moves along | | | | | | | |
93 | Lord, lead my heart to learn | | | | | | | |
94 | God that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
95 | Be thou, O God, by night, by day | | | | | | | |
96 | Let us love one another, not long may we stay | | | | | | | |
97 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
98 | Sweet is the scene when virtue dies! | | | | | | | |
99 | Child amidst the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
100 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |