# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | One and universal Father | | | | | | | |
d102 | One by one, the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
d103 | One thought I have, my ample creed | | | | | | | |
d104 | Oppression [Oppressions] shall not always reign | | | | | | | |
d105 | Our desires we, Lord have | | | | | | | |
d106 | Our endeavors crown | | | | | | | |
d107 | Our Father, we beseech thy grace | | | | | | | |
d108 | Our Shepherd is the Lord, And us | | | | | | | |
d109 | Pour forth the oil, pour boldly forth | | | | | | | |
d110 | Praise the Lord, one accord | | | | | | | |
d111 | Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, the morning sun awakes the fields | | | | | | | |
d112 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d113 | Praise ye the Lord, our King | | | | | | | |
d114 | Pray when the morn unveileth her glories | | | | | | | |
d115 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
d116 | Rouse up to work that waits for us | | | | | | | |
d117 | Sabbath joy again draws nigh | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sacred awe stirs heart | | | | | | | |
d119 | Say not the law divine is hidden far from thee | | | | | | | |
d120 | Say not they die those martyr souls | | | | | | | |
d121 | Seared deserts o'er | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sing aloud, sing aloud, thanksgiving and praises | | | | | | | |
d123 | Sing to the Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
d124 | So here hath been dawning | | | | | | | |
d125 | Souls of the righteous, in God's hand they lie | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sovereign Lord, whose sceptre reigned | | | | | | | |
d127 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d128 | Splendor of the morning sunlight | | | | | | | |
d129 | Strew all their graves with flowers | | | | | | | |
d130 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
d131 | The breath of every living thing | | | | | | | |
d132 | The future hides in it | | | | | | | |
d133 | The heart it hath its own estate | | | | | | | |
d134 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
d135 | The son of earth his splendor's pride | | | | | | | |
d136 | The still small voice that speaks within | | | | | | | |
d137 | The sullen ice has crept from many fields | | | | | | | |
d138 | The sun goes down the shadows rise | | | | | | | |
d139 | The world may change from old to new | | | | | | | |
d140 | There is many a flower | | | | | | | |
d141 | There lives a God, each finite creature proclaims | | | | | | | |
d142 | There lives a voice within me | | | | | | | |
d143 | Thine holy day's returning | | | | | | | |
d144 | Thine is the cheerful day, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d145 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d146 | Thou blessest our endeavor | | | | | | | |
d147 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d148 | Thy children, Lord, thy mercy | | | | | | | |
d149 | To thee, O fatherland | | | | | | | |
d150 | To thee we give ourselves today | | | | | | | |
d151 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d152 | Turn, O my soul, away | | | | | | | |
d153 | Unless the land where ye | | | | | | | |
d154 | Up to the land of peace | | | | | | | |
d155 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
d156 | We thank thee for that precious word | | | | | | | |
d157 | We will praise, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d158 | Wearily with pinion trailing | | | | | | | |
d159 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d160 | When the Sabbath peace inviting Fills our hearts | | | | | | | |
d161 | When the stars at set of sun | | | | | | | |
d162 | When twilight gathers round | | | | | | | |
d163 | Whene'er a noble deed is wrought | | | | | | | |
d164 | Where should I find the light | | | | | | | |
d165 | Who is like thee, O universal Lord | | | | | | | |
d166 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |
d167 | With grateful hearts a song | | | | | | | |
d168 | With joy, O Lord, we hail this day | | | | | | | |
d169 | With joyful heart I greet again | | | | | | | |
d170 | Yigdal elohim chay va-yishtaba'h | | | | | | | |