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203 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
204 | Father, we know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
205 | Almighty God, in humble prayer | | | | | | | |
206 | The soul should never deign to stoop | | | | | | | |
207 | Thy path, like most by mortals trod | | | | | | | |
208 | There is a world,--and, O, how blest! | | | | | | | |
209 | Nay, tell us not of dangers dire | | | | | | | |
210 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
211 | How calmly sinks the parting sun! | | | | | | | |
212 | The placid lake, O brother mine | | | | | | | |
213 | Begin the high, celestial strain | | | | | | | |
214 | O thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
215 | From realms supernal, fair, and bright | | | | | | | |
216 | She passed in beauty! like a rose | | | | | | | |
217 | The Host of God! they come to us | | | | | | | |
218 | What man is poor? not he whose brow | | | | | | | |
219 | The bird let loose in Eastern skies | | | | | | | |
220 | Blest is the man whose generous heart | | | | | | | |
221 | Thou art, O God, by night, by day | | | | | | | |
222 | Lord, in this sacred hour | | | | | | | |
223 | Say not the law divine | | | | | | | |
224 | Go forth among the poor | | | | | | | |
225 | Come to me, thoughts of heaven! | | | | | | | |
226 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
227 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
228 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
229 | 'Blest are the meek,' he said | | | | | | | |
230 | O bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
231 | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
232 | O thou who bidd'st the sun | | | | | | | |
233 | Praise for the glorious light | | | | | | | |
234 | Heaven, mighty ocean, heave | | | | | | | |
235 | Dream not, but work! be bold! be brave | | | | | | | |
236 | Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay | | | | | | | |
237 | O let our mingling voices rise | | | | | | | |
238 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
239 | My God, thy boundless love I praise | | | | | | | |
240 | Lo, in the golden sky | | | | | | | |
241 | Ye realms below the skies | | | | | | | |
242 | O, for a shout of joy | | | | | | | |
243 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
244 | Faith is the steadfast arm | | | | | | | |
245 | Welcome, angels, pure and bright | | | | | | | |
246 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
247 | In each breeze that wanders free | | | | | | | |
248 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
249 | Thou who dwell'st enthroned above! | | | | | | | |
250 | Praise, O praise the name divine | | | | | | | |
251 | Brothers, sisters, join our hands | | | | | | | |
252 | Slowly, by God's hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
253 | Nature with eternal youth | | | | | | | |
254 | Father of the human race | | | | | | | |
255 | Father! thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
256 | Men! whose boast it is, that ye | | | | | | | |
257 | Leaf by leaf the roses fall | | | | | | | |
258 | Angels, come ye in the light | | | | | | | |
259 | There are moments in our life | | | | | | | |
260 | Child, amidst the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
261 | Peace! the welcome sound proclaim | | | | | | | |
262 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
263 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
264 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
265 | Dry our tears and wipe our eyes! | | | | | | | |
266 | Lo! the lilies of the field! | | | | | | | |
267 | Gently fall the dews of eve | | | | | | | |
268 | Thou from whom we never part | | | | | | | |
269 | Mighty One, before whose face | | | | | | | |
270 | Without haste, and, without rest | | | | | | | |
271 | Brothers! be ye who ye may | | | | | | | |
272 | Why love I the evening dew | | | | | | | |
273 | Give as God hath given thee | | | | | | | |
274 | There's a strife we all must wage | | | | | | | |
275 | Lord! how gracious thou hast been | | | | | | | |
276 | Floating on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
277 | One sweet flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
278 | Cease ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
279 | God is love; his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
280 | Gently o'er the senses stealing | | | | | | | |
281 | Echo him, ye gentle breezes | | | | | | | |
282 | Far away, the spirit yearneth | | | | | | | |
283 | Saints above hold sweet communion | | | | | | | |
284 | God made all things, and he dwelleth | | | | | | | |
285 | Father! hear the prayer we offer | | | | | | | |
286 | On, still on, the worlds are speeding | | | | | | | |
287 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
288 | When the hours of day are numbered | | | | | | | |
289 | Thou, who in the noon-time brightness | | | | | | | |
290 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | | | |
291 | Truth is dawning! see the Morning | | | | | | | |
292 | Honor him whose hands are sowing | | | | | | | |
293 | Star of Progress, guide us onward | | | | | | | |
294 | If misfortune should o'ertake us | | | | | | | |
295 | Earth is waking, day is breaking | | | | | | | |
296 | In the lone and silent midnight | | | | | | | |
297 | What is noble? That which places | | | | | | | |
298 | Lo! the day of rest declineth | | | | | | | |
299 | Tell me not in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
300 | Toiling in the earthly vineyard | | | | | | | |
301 | In the silence of the midnight | | | | | | | |
302 | When the glorious morning breaketh | | | | | | | |