# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d101 | Once more the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
d102 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
d103 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
d104 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d105 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d106 | Savior, source of every blessing, tune my heart to grateful lays | | | | | | | |
d107 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d108 | Saw you never in the twilight When the sun | | | | | | | |
d109 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d110 | Shepherd, in thy bosom folded | | | | | | | |
d111 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sing we merry Christmas | | | | | | | |
d114 | Smile, O sky, God's praises | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sons of men, behold him [from] far, Hail the | | | | | | | |
d116 | Still bright and blue doth Jordan flow | | | | | | | |
d117 | Strengthen, Lord, their hearts and hands | | | | | | | |
d118 | The angels stand round thy throne | | | | | | | |
d119 | The blind man, in his darkness | | | | | | | |
d120 | The daylight fades, the evening shades | | | | | | | |
d121 | The fields bedecked with flowers | | | | | | | |
d122 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d123 | The Lord is my Shepherd, abounding in love | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d125 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d126 | The Savior stood on [in] Olivet | | | | | | | |
d127 | The Son of God, so high, so great | | | | | | | |
d128 | The sparrow finds a home | | | | | | | |
d129 | The summer roses bloom and die | | | | | | | |
d130 | The winter is over and gone at last | | | | | | | |
d131 | The world itself keeps Easter day | | | | | | | |
d132 | There are green pastures | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d134 | There was of old a poor man's house | | | | | | | |
d135 | There was of old in Jewish land | | | | | | | |
d136 | Thou art our Father, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
d137 | Thou whose path a star of glory | | | | | | | |
d138 | Trustingly as children gather round | | | | | | | |
d139 | Up in heaven, up in heaven, in the bright place far away | | | | | | | |
d140 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d141 | We are pilgrims on the earth, Journeying onward | | | | | | | |
d142 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d143 | We bring to thee, Lord, our tribute of praise | | | | | | | |
d144 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d145 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d146 | We will carol joyfully on this [holy] festal day | | | | | | | |
d147 | What wondrous words are these to rise | | | | | | | |
d148 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d149 | When Jesus saw his mother stand | | | | | | | |
d150 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d151 | When of old the Jewish mothers | | | | | | | |
d152 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
d153 | When the daylight breaking | | | | | | | |
d154 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d155 | Within the temple's hallowed walls | | | | | | | |
d156 | Wonderful night [wonderful night]! Angels and shining immortals | | | | | | | |