# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
301 | Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises | | | |  | | | |
302 | Teach me, my God and King | | | |  | | | |
303 | Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height | | | |  | | | |
304 | If on our daily course our mind | | | |  | | | |
305 | The uplifted eye and bended knee | | | |  | | | |
306 | All around us, fair with flowers | | | |  | | | |
307 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | |  | | | |
308 | O'er the mount and through the moor | | | |  | | | |
309 | Nay, tell us not of dangers dire | | | |  | | | |
310 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | |  | | | |
311 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | |  | | | |
312 | Press on, press on! ye sons of light | | | |  | | | |
313 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | |  | | | |
314 | Sleep not, soldier of the cross! | | | |  | | | |
315 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | |  | | | |
316 | O, Speed thee, Christian, on thy way! | | | |  | | | |
317 | Breast the wave, Christian! when it is strongest | | | |  | | | |
318 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | |  | | | |
319 | There's a strife we all must wage | | | |  | | | |
320 | Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous! | | | |  | | | |
321 | Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth | | | |  | | | |
322 | Faint not, poor traveller, though the way | | | |  | | | |
323 | Be still, my heart! these anxious cares | | | |  | | | |
324 | We would leave, O God, to Thee | | | |  | | | |
325 | How little of ourselves we know | | | |  | | | |
326 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | |  | | | |
327 | My God, I thank Thee! may no thought | | | |  | | | |
328 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! | | | |  | | | |
329 | Affliction's faded form draws nigh | | | |  | | | |
330 | Thou that art strong to comfort, look on me! | | | |  | | | |
331 | Our pathway oft is wet with tears | | | |  | | | |
332 | Thy way is on the deep, O Lord! | | | |  | | | |
333 | Thou, infinite in love! | | | |  | | | |
334 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | |  | | | |
335 | Gently fall the dews of eve | | | |  | | | |
336 | Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He | | | |  | | | |
337 | My Father, when around me spread | | | |  | | | |
338 | Let me not wander comfortless | | | |  | | | |
339 | We love this outward world | | | |  | | | |
340 | Weep thou, O mourner! but in lamentation | | | |  | | | |
341 | Father! who in the olive shade | | | |  | | | |
342 | With silence only as their benediction | | | |  | | | |
343 | O, NOT when the death-prayer is said | | | |  | | | |
344 | Lowly and solemn be | | | |  | | | |
345 | Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken | | | |  | | | |
346 | O, Stay thy tears! for they are blest | | | |  | | | |
347 | The mourners came, at break of day | | | |  | | | |
348 | Blessed, blessed are the dead | | | |  | | | |
349 | Where is thy sting, O death? | | | |  | | | |
350 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | |  | | | |
351 | O spirit, freed from earth | | | |  | | | |
352 | "No more, on earth no more | | | |  | | | |
353 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | |  | | | |
354 | The spirits of the loved and the departed | | | |  | | | |
355 | How dear is the thought, that the angels of God | | | |  | | | |
356 | It is a faith sublime and sure | | | |  | | | |
357 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | |  | | | |
358 | Brother, the angels say | | | |  | | | |
359 | When, on devotion's seraph wing | | | |  | | | |
360 | Come to the land of peace! | | | |  | | | |
361 | O, Heaven is where no secret dread | | | |  | | | |
362 | Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold | | | |  | | | |
363 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | |  | | | |
364 | In the morning I will pray | | | |  | | | |
365 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | |  | | | |
366 | O God! I thank Thee that the night | | | |  | | | |
367 | God that madest earth and heaven | | | |  | | | |
368 | Source of light and life divine! | | | |  | | | |
369 | Up to the throne of God is borne | | | |  | | | |
370 | Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining | | | |  | | | |
371 | Slowly, by God's hand unfurled | | | |  | | | |
372 | Another day its course hath run | | | |  | | | |
373 | LORD of the Sabbath, hear our vows | | | |  | | | |
374 | How sweet, how calm, this Sabbath morn! | | | |  | | | |
375 | Within Thy courts have millions met | | | |  | | | |
376 | When from the Jordan's gleaming wave | | | |  | | | |
377 | This child we dedicate to Thee | | | |  | | | |
378 | To Thee, O God in heaven | | | |  | | | |
379 | To Him who children blest | | | |  | | | |
380 | We join to pray, with wishes kind | | | |  | | | |
381 | Father, in Thy presence now | | | |  | | | |
382 | Where ancient forests widely spread | | | |  | | | |
383 | O Thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | |  | | | |
384 | O God! Thy children, gathered here | | | |  | | | |
385 | Go, preach the gospel in my name | | | |  | | | |
386 | Thy servant's sandals, Lord, are wet | | | |  | | | |
387 | "Is this a fast for me?" | | | |  | | | |
388 | O Thou, whose power stupendous | | | |  | | | |
389 | Joy! joy! a year is born | | | |  | | | |
390 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | |  | | | |
391 | Praise and thanks and cheerful love | | | |  | | | |
392 | There cometh o'er the spirit | | | |  | | | |
393 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | |  | | | |
394 | How glad the tone when summer's sun | | | |  | | | |
395 | The earth, all light and loveliness | | | |  | | | |
396 | Fountain of life, and God of love! | | | |  | | | |
397 | House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring | | | |  | | | |
398 | God of the year! with songs of praise | | | |  | | | |
399 | The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God | | | |  | | | |
400 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | |  | | | |