# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
503 | God of the rolling year! to thee | | | | | | | |
504 | 'Tis coming up the steep of Time | | | | | | | |
505 | Do what is right, for the day dawn is breaking | | | | | | | |
506 | Never look down on the grave, broken-hearted | | | | | | | |
507 | Peace of God, which knows no measure | | | | | | | |
508 | The Father spake! In grand reverberations | | | | | | | |
509 | Is it not sweet to think, hereafter | | | | | | | |
510 | There are three lessons I would write | | | | | | | |
511 | Happy he whose inward ear | | | | | | | |
512 | Be free! yea, 'tis a gift which God hath given | | | | | | | |
513 | "Thy will be done!" In devious way | | | | | | | |
514 | Hearts of love and souls of daring | | | | | | | |
515 | Theories, which thousands cherish | | | | | | | |
516 | He is a freeman, whom the truth makes free | | | | | | | |
517 | From God's eternal infinite of Thought | | | | | | | |
518 | Where'er a heart with sorrow's weight is bowing | | | | | | | |
519 | Blessed are the poor in spirit | | | | | | | |
520 | It is not always night! Though darkness reign | | | | | | | |
521 | O, oft in the hour of our holy thought | | | | | | | |
522 | To thee, our God, all-wise, supreme, eternal! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]