# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d201 | Our Father, we thank thee for sleep | | | | | | | |
d202 | Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot | | | | | | | |
d203 | Part in peace, is day before us? | | | | | | | |
d204 | Peace of God, which knows no measure | | | | | | | |
d205 | Poison drops of care and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d206 | Praise and thanks and cheerful love | | | | | | | |
d207 | Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
d208 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d209 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d210 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d211 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d212 | See how calmly star and star | | | | | | | |
d213 | See how the shining share | | | | | | | |
d214 | See the northern light | | | | | | | |
d215 | Shine forth, eternal source of light | | | | | | | |
d216 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d217 | Soft are the fruitful showers | | | | | | | |
d218 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d219 | Sons of renowned sires | | | | | | | |
d220 | Source of light and life divine | | | | | | | |
d221 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d222 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d223 | Speak gently to the little child | | | | | | | |
d224 | Speak not harshly, much of care | | | | | | | |
d225 | Spring is abroad on the new born earth | | | | | | | |
d226 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
d227 | Surely love is a blessed emotion | | | | | | | |
d228 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
d229 | Sweet flower, spring's earliest, loveliest | | | | | | | |
d230 | Sweet is the pleasure itself cannot spoil | | | | | | | |
d231 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d232 | Teachers, children, ere we part | | | | | | | |
d233 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d234 | That setting sun, that setting sun | | | | | | | |
d235 | The beautiful, the beautiful | | | | | | | |
d236 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d237 | The bud will soon become a flower | | | | | | | |
d238 | The clear blue sky looks full of love | | | | | | | |
d239 | The earth, all light and loveliness | | | | | | | |
d240 | The eastern hills are glowing | | | | | | | |
d241 | The freshly blooming flowers | | | | | | | |
d242 | The God of glory walks his round | | | | | | | |
d243 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
d244 | The heavenly spheres to thee, O God | | | | | | | |
d245 | The heavens, O God, thy power proclaim | | | | | | | |
d246 | The hours are viewless angels | | | | | | | |
d247 | The light pours down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d248 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d249 | The mind is a garden, and youth's sunny morn | | | | | | | |
d250 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
d251 | The morning hours of cheerful light | | | | | | | |
d252 | The ocean looketh up to heaven | | | | | | | |
d253 | The offerings to thy throne which arise | | | | | | | |
d254 | The pleasant spring has come again | | | | | | | |
d255 | The rain is o'er how dense and bright | | | | | | | |
d256 | The southland hath its fields of cane | | | | | | | |
d257 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d258 | The thunder bursts its rolling might | | | | | | | |
d259 | There cometh o'er the spirit | | | | | | | |
d260 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d261 | There's music in the midnight breeze | | | | | | | |
d262 | There's music, music everywhere | | | | | | | |
d263 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d264 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d265 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
d266 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d267 | Thine, Lord, these heavens on high | | | | | | | |
d268 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d269 | Thou art beautiful, O peace | | | | | | | |
d270 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d271 | Thou, from whom we never part | | | | | | | |
d272 | Thou who sittest enthroned above | | | | | | | |
d273 | Through all the various [varying] shifting [passing] scene | | | | | | | |
d274 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d275 | Thus said [saith] Jesus, Go and do | | | | | | | |
d276 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
d277 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
d278 | 'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit | | | | | | | |
d279 | 'Tis summer, glorious summer, look | | | | | | | |
d280 | 'Tis winter's jubilee, this day | | | | | | | |
d281 | To him from whom our blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d282 | To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
d283 | To thee, the Lord almighty | | | | | | | |
d284 | Truly the light of morn is sweet | | | | | | | |
d285 | Turn to thy Maker, child of earth | | | | | | | |
d286 | Turn, turn thy [the] hasty foot aside | | | | | | | |
d287 | Up to the throne of God is borne | | | | | | | |
d288 | We all love one another | | | | | | | |
d289 | We all, O Father, all are thine | | | | | | | |
d290 | We come, O God, with gladness | | | | | | | |
d291 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d292 | What secret hand, at morning light | | | | | | | |
d293 | What was it made my bosom swell | | | | | | | |
d294 | When, driven by oppression's rod | | | | | | | |
d295 | When the joyous day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d296 | When the orb of morn enlightens | | | | | | | |
d297 | When we devote our youth to God | | | | | | | |
d298 | Where, for a thousand miles the sweet Ohio smiles | | | | | | | |
d299 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
d300 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |