# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | My God, by thy directing power | | | | | | | |
d103 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d104 | My God, thou makest the sun to know | | | | | | | |
d105 | My God, thy boundless love I [we] praise | | | | | | | |
d106 | My helper God I bless his [thy] name | | | | | | | |
d107 | Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
d108 | Not by the brazen trumpet's voice | | | | | | | |
d109 | Now that my journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
d110 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
d111 | O Lord, another day [week] has [is] flown | | | | | | | |
d112 | O Savior, whom this [that] holy morn | | | | | | | |
d113 | O 'tis a folly and a crime | | | | | | | |
d114 | O when the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
d115 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d116 | One prayer I have, all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
d117 | Our Father, full of grace divine | | | | | | | |
d118 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d119 | Our God, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
d120 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
d121 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d122 | Praise to God, O let us raise | | | | | | | |
d123 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d124 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d125 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d126 | See, another year is gone | | | | | | | |
d127 | See how he loved, exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
d128 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
d130 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d131 | Soon as my infant [youthful] lips can speak [lisp] | | | | | | | |
d132 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d133 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
d135 | Ten thousand different flowers | | | | | | | |
d136 | The bosom where I oft have lain | | | | | | | |
d137 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d138 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d139 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d140 | The Lord is risen indeed, And are the tidings true | | | | | | | |
d141 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
d142 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
d143 | The saints of earth and those above | | | | | | | |
d144 | The Savior comes, no outward pomp | | | | | | | |
d145 | The Son of God came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d146 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d147 | The sun hath [has] gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d148 | The thunder bursts its rolling might | | | | | | | |
d149 | Then shone almighty power and love | | | | | | | |
d150 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d151 | There is a grassy bed | | | | | | | |
d152 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d153 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d154 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d155 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
d156 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d157 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
d158 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d159 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d160 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d161 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d162 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d163 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
d164 | Though lost to our sight we may not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d165 | Thus shalt thou love the almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d166 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
d167 | 'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he | | | | | | | |
d168 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d169 | 'Tis summer, glorious summer, look | | | | | | | |
d170 | To thee, the little children's friend | | | | | | | |
d171 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d172 | Turn, turn thy [the] hasty foot aside | | | | | | | |
d173 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d174 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d175 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d176 | Wake not, O mother, sounds of lamentation | | | | | | | |
d177 | We bless thee for this sacred day | | | | | | | |
d178 | We come our Sabbath hymn to raise | | | | | | | |
d179 | We seem to hear a voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d180 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | | | | | | | |
d181 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d182 | What is there, Lord, a child [youth] can do | | | | | | | |
d183 | What souls are these that venture near | | | | | | | |
d184 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
d185 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d186 | When flowers in summer appear | | | | | | | |
d187 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
d188 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d189 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d190 | When in my heart rise angry thoughts | | | | | | | |
d191 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d192 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
d193 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d194 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
d195 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
d196 | When the infant spirit flying | | | | | | | |
d197 | When the joyous day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d198 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
d199 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d200 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |