# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Think of me when at the altar of prayer | | | | | | | |
202 | Shepherd of tender youth! | | | | | | | |
203 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
204 | Hail, happy day! when Christ the Son | | | | | | | |
205 | Come, children, let your voices rise | | | | | | | |
206 | Oh happy the day he was born | | | | | | | |
207 | God of our fathers! whose right hand | | | | | | | |
208 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet | | | | | | | |
209 | Hail the day that bought our freedom | | | | | | | |
210 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
211 | A song for the day beaming o'er us! | | | | | | | |
212 | Accept our thanks for all your love | | | | | | | |
213 | Oh, happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
214 | You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
215 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
216 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
217 | Mary to her Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
218 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
219 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish | | | | | | | |
220 | Where we, our wearied limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
221 | There is a pure and peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
222 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
223 | Be present at our love-feast, Lord | | | | | | | |
224 | Since man, by sin, has lost his God | | | | | | | |
225 | Sweet muse descend, and bless the shade | | | | | | | |
226 | When sore afflictions throng around | | | | | | | |
227 | The vernal flowers their beauties spread | | | | | | | |
228 | Who shall forbid our grateful wo | | | | | | | |
229 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
230 | The voice of free grace Cries, escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
231 | I love to sing when I am glad | | | | | | | |
232 | The child! the child! the kind old prophet said | | | | | | | |
233 | Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
234 | Which of the petty kings of the earth | | | | | | | |
235 | The hosts of God! the unseen hosts | | | | | | | |
236 | Let us love, and sing, and wonder | | | | | | | |
237 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
238 | Our gracious Redeemer we love | | | | | | | |
239 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
240 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
241 | The scene was more beautiful far to the eye | | | | | | | |
242 | Haste, again, ye days of grace | | | | | | | |
243 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
244 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
245 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
246 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
247 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
248 | When our Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
249 | Oh, there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
250 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
251 | What wondrous love is this, oh my soul | | | | | | | |
252 | Thou are gone to the grave—but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
253 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
254 | Be kind to your father--for when thou wer't young | | | | | | | |
255 | I'm tired with visits, modes, and forms | | | | | | | |
256 | Jesus to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
257 | The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
258 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
259 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
260 | The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
261 | When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |
262 | Ten thousand times the sound "Prepare" | | | | | | | |
263 | When God is near, To quell the soul's commotion | | | | | | | |
264 | Creator, Preserver, Redeemer of men | | | | | | | |
265 | Friend after friend departs! | | | | | | | |
266 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
267 | Stoop down, my thoughts that used to rise | | | | | | | |
268 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
269 | Hail, our country's natal morn! | | | | | | | |
270 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
271 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
272 | Thou God of harmony and love | | | | | | | |
273 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
274 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
275 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
276 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
277 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
278 | Saints of God! what glories meet ye | | | | | | | |
279 | When I look o'er the waste of years | | | | | | | |
280 | Oh say, can you see by the truth's holy light | | | | | | | |
281 | Through shades and solitudes profound | | | | | | | |
282 | When torn is thy bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
283 | Oh! weep not for the joys that fade | | | | | | | |
284 | In seasons of grief, to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
285 | When my soul is distressed and my comforts are flown | | | | | | | |
286 | Come, gentle sleep, these eyelids close | | | | | | | |
287 | There is a tear of sweet relief | | | | | | | |
288 | "Earth to earth and dust to dust!" | | | | | | | |
289 | I hear thee speak of a better land | | | | | | | |
290 | Within the tented grove | | | | | | | |
291 | Oh bless the Lord! for the shining sun | | | | | | | |
292 | See the shadows thickly stealing | | | | | | | |
293 | The stars! the stars! those lamps of light | | | | | | | |
294 | Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows | | | | | | | |
295 | Oh thou, the helpless orphan's hope | | | | | | | |
296 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
297 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
298 | Oh, where shall rest be found? | | | | | | | |
299 | In this glad employ | | | | | | | |
300 | Days of my youth, ye have glided away | | | | | | | |