| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| 301 | Forgive thy foes,--nor that alone | | | | | | | |
| 302 | How withered, faded, seems the form | | | | | | | |
| 303 | That setting sun! that setting sun! | | | | | | | |
| 304 | The heavens, O Lord! thy power proclaim | | | | | | | |
| 305 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
| 306 | See how the shining share | | | | | | | |
| 307 | I may not scorn the meanest thing | | | | | | | |
| 308 | Hope, though slow she be, and late | | | | | | | |
| 309 | There is a calm for those weep | | | | | | | |
| 310 | The laboror, the laborer | | | | | | | |
| 311 | "He giveth his beloved sleep" | | | | | | | |
| 312 | Thou art beautiful, O Peace! | | | | | | | |
| 313 | The South-land hath its fields of cane | | | | | | | |
| 314 | God might have made the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
| 315 | The mind is a garden, and youth's sunny morn | | | | | | | |
| 316 | The beautiful! the beautiful! | | | | | | | |
| 317 | The rain is o'er;--how dense and bright | | | | | | | |
| 318 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
| 319 | O the pretty way-side well | | | | | | | |
| 320 | The clear blue sky looks full of love | | | | | | | |
| 321 | Beautiful, sublime, and glorious | | | | | | | |
| 322 | There's music in the midnight breeze | | | | | | | |
| 323 | Like to the modest, tender flower | | | | | | | |
| 324 | See the Northern Light! | | | | | | | |
| 325 | Winter lingers in the bowers | | | | | | | |
| 326 | See how calmly star and star | | | | | | | |
| 327 | Sweet flower, spring's earliest, loveliest gem! | | | | | | | |
| 328 | In the thick and grassy wood | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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