# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
101 | God of Jesus, hear me now | | | | | |  | |
102 | Hark! the loving Saviour's voice | | | | | |  | |
103 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
104 | Have ye look'd for my sheep in the desert | | | | | |  | |
105 | Behold the Prince of Peace | | | | | |  | |
106 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | |  | |
107 | Pleasant are Thy courts above | | | | | |  | |
108 | Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow | | | | | |  | |
109 | God will take care of you | CUSTODIA | | | | |  | |
110 | I hear a sweet voice ringing clear | | | | | |  | |
111 | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | |  | |
112 | Lord, Thy Word abideth | | | | | |  | |
113 | Whate'er my God ordains is right | | | | | |  | |
114 | I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast made | | | | | |  | |
115 | One thought I have, my ample creed | | | | | |  | |
116 | The Lord is in His Holy Place | | | | | |  | |
117 | Oh, the Father's hands are helping | | | | | |  | |
118 | Hark, hark, my soul! thy Father's voice is calling | VOX PATRIS | | | | |  | |
119 | As a bird in meadow fair | | | | | |  | |
120 | Lord, Thy children guide and keep | | | | | |  | |
121 | Higher, higher, will we climb | | | | | |  | |
122 | Father, Thy boundless love | | | | | |  | |
123 | I know, O Father, all my life | | | | | |  | |
124 | The child leans on its parent's breast | | | | | |  | |
125 | Deal gently with us, Lord! | | | | | |  | |
126 | I need thy presence, Lord, each passing hour | | | | | |  | |
127 | One gift, my God, I seek | | | | | |  | |
128 | Sun of my soul, for ever near | | | | | |  | |
129 | I little see, I little know | | | | | |  | |
130 | Thou, Lord of life, whose tender care | | | | | |  | |
131 | More love, O God, to thee | | | | | |  | |
132 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | |  | |
133 | Have mercy, O our Father! | | | | | |  | |
134 | Oh, lead me, my Father, lead Thou | | | | | |  | |
135 | Father, we are young and weak | | | | | |  | |
136 | There lives a voice within me | | | | | |  | |
137 | O'er the wide and restless ocean | | | | | |  | |
138 | Come, labor on! Come, labor on! | | | | | |  | |
139 | Little by little the time goes by | | | | | |  | |
140 | Strive! yet I do not promise | | | | | |  | |
141 | Life is not a fleeting shadow | | | | | |  | |
142 | Strong in the living God | | | | | |  | |
143 | Gird Thou our souls, O God of might! | | | | | |  | |
144 | In hearts from sin delivered | | | | | |  | |
145 | Work, for the night is coming | LABOR | | | | |  | |
146 | Life is onward,--use it | | | | | |  | |
147 | Who is on the Lord's side? | | | | | |  | |
148 | Onward, onward, though the region | | | | | |  | |
149 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | |  | |
150 | Speak gently! it is better far | | | | | |  | |
151 | Come friends! the world wants mending | | | | | |  | |
152 | Come, brothers, let us go! | | | | | |  | |
153 | Never lose the golden rule | | | | | |  | |
154 | Rescue the perishing, bring home the wand'rers | | | | | |  | |
155 | Speak the truth! for that is right | | | | | |  | |
156 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | |  | |
157 | Be not swift to take offense | | | | | |  | |
158 | Raise a glad and grateful song | | | | | |  | |
159 | Lord, what off'rings shall we bring | | | | | |  | |
160 | See the rivers flowing Downward to the sea | | | | | |  | |
161 | The world is bright and fair, we know | | | | | |  | |
162 | It singeth low in ev'ry heart | | | | | |  | |
163 | Ev'ry morn the red sun Rises warm and bright | | | | | |  | |
164 | Father, to Thee we look in all our sorrow | | | | | |  | |
165 | O Paradise! O Paradise! | | | | | |  | |
166 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | |  | |
167 | O Father! by Thy holy will | | | | | |  | |
168 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | |  | |
169 | Abide with me! fast falls the eventide | | | | | |  | |
170 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | |  | |
171 | We are but pilgrims here, Heav'n is our home | | | | | |  | |
172 | What is birdie doing | | | | | |  | |
173 | What can little ones like me | | | | | |  | |
174 | The fields are all white, And the reapers are few | HARVEST | | | | |  | |
175 | Little hands, be free in giving | | | | | |  | |
176 | God of heav'n, O hear us singing! | | | | | |  | |
177 | To and fro! to and fro! | | | | | |  | |
178 | The ever changing seasons In silence come and go | | | | | |  | |
179 | Come, Christian youths and maidens | COMMEMORATION | | | | |  | |
180 | The world itself keeps Easter Day | | | | | |  | |
181 | Ye happy bells of Easter Day! | | | | | |  | |
182 | The buds are bursting on the trees | | | | | |  | |
183 | Sweetly are the birds singing | | | | | |  | |
184 | Down in the valley, By the little rill | | | | | |  | |
185 | Come forth, and bring your garlands! | | | | | |  | |
186 | Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest | OFFERTORY | | | | |  | |
187 | God bless our native land! | | | | | |  | |
188 | From land to land, to realms afar | | | | | |  | |
189 | In the glorious days of harvest | | | | | |  | |
190 | Singing, the reapers homeward come | | | | | |  | |
191 | Once more the lib'ral year laughs out | | | | | |  | |
192 | We plough the fertile meadows | | | | | |  | |
193 | The corn is ripe for reaping | | | | | |  | |
194 | Ring, ring the bells, the joyful bells | | | | | |  | |
195 | Ring, Christmas bells, ring merrily | | | | | |  | |
196 | Carol, carol, Christians! Carol joyfully! | | | | | |  | |
197 | All my heart this night rejoices | | | | | |  | |
198 | O little town of Bethlehem | | | | | |  | |