# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Lo at noon 'tis sudden night | | | | | | | |
502 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
503 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
504 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
505 | Who taught the bird [birds] to build her [their] nest [nests] | | | | | | | |
506 | I love to look upon a flower | | | | | | | |
507 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
508 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
509 | Did I this morn devoutly pray | | | | | | | |
510 | My heavenly Father, I confess | | | | | | | |
511 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
512 | My God, who makes [makest] the sun to know | | | | | | | |
513 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
514 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
515 | O Lord, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
516 | How kind, in all his works and ways | | | | | | | |
517 | Now in my early days | | | | | | | |
518 | Saviour, may a little child | | | | | | | |
519 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
520 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
521 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
522 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
523 | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
524 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
525 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
526 | May the grace of Christ, our Saviour | | | | | | | |
527 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
528 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
529 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]