Grammar School Hymn Book

#	Text	Tune
d101	He who walks in virtue's way
d102	Hear thy children's cry
d103	Heavenly Father, gracious name
d104	Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions
d105	Heralds of creation cry praise the Lord
d106	Here let thy peace, O Father, rest
d107	Holy, holy, holy Lord, be thy glorious [gracious] name
d108	Hope, though slow she be, and late
d109	How beautiful the setting sun
d110	How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree
d111	How blest the sacred tie that binds
d112	How deep a sleep hath bound thee
d113	How glad the tone when summer's sun
d114	How happy is he born and [or] taught
d115	How many ways the young may find
d116	How shall we praise thee, Lord of light
d117	How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight
d118	How sweet to be allowed to pray
d119	How withered, faded, seems the form
d120	Hush the loud cannon's roar
d121	I hear thee speak of the better land
d122	I may not scorn the meanest thing
d123	I saw the glorious sun arise
d124	I sing the almighty power of God
d125	I want a principle within
d126	If high or low our station be
d127	If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast
d128	In all my [our] vast concerns with thee
d129	In life's gay spring enchanting hours
d130	In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
d131	In sleep's serene oblivion laid
d132	In the green realm of summer
d133	In the morning I will pray For God's blessing
d134	In the soft season of thy youth
d135	In the thick and grassy wood
d136	Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown
d137	Into the sunshine, full of the light
d138	It was our Heavenly Father's love
d139	Joy, joy, a year is born
d140	Joyfully, joyfully, sound the grateful strain
d141	Lauded be thy name forever
d142	Let us with a joyful mind
d143	Lift your voice, and thankful sing
d144	Like shadows gliding o'er the plain
d145	Like to the modest, tender flower
d146	Lo the lilies of the field
d147	Look around thee see decay
d148	Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our
d149	Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling place
d150	Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high
d151	Lord of my life, O may thy praise
d152	Lord of the world [worlds] below
d153	Lord, subdue our selfish will
d154	Lord, thou art good, all nature shows
d155	Lord, thy glory fills the heaven
d156	Lord, while for all mankind we pray
d157	Love divine, all loves [love] excelling
d158	Low sinks the setting sun
d159	Lowly and solemn be they children's cry
d160	Mark the soft falling snow
d161	May I resolve with all my heart
d162	Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee
d163	My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d164	My God, all nature owns thy sway
d165	My God, I thank thee, may no thought
d166	My God, in morning's radiant hour
d167	My God, thou makest the sun to know
d168	My God, thy boundless love I [we] praise
d169	My God, to thee, in humble prayer
d170	My son, be this thy simple plan
d171	My soul, praise the Lord, speak good [well] of
d172	None loves me, Father, with thy love
d173	Now, Lord, we part awhile
d174	Now pray we for our country
d175	Now that my journey's just begun
d176	Now that the sun is beaming bright
d177	Now the shades of night are gone
d178	O Father, lift our souls above
d179	O give thanks to Him who made
d180	O God, I thank thee that the night
d181	O God, to thee our hearts would pay
d182	O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice
d183	O help us Lord each hour of need
d184	O holy, holy, holy, Lord
d185	O ignorant, poor man, what dost thou bear
d186	O in the morn of life
d187	O know ye not that ye
d188	O, may we still maintain
d189	O Source of uncreated light
d190	O spirit, freed from earth, Rejoice
d191	O the pretty wayside well
d192	O thou, at whose dread name we bend
d193	O thou who biddest the cheerful ray
d194	O thou who hast at thy command
d195	O thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides
d196	O Thou whose presence went before
d197	O timely happy, timely wise
d198	Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes
d199	One prayer I have, all prayers in one
d200	Our Father, through the coming year