# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Our day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
d302 | Our fathers' God, from out whose hand | | | | | | | |
d303 | Our Lord, and Master of us all | | | | | | | |
d304 | Out of the dark, the circling sphere | | | | | | | |
d305 | Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin | | | | | | | |
d306 | Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light | | | | | | | |
d307 | Praise, my soul, the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
d308 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d309 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d310 | Praise to the Holiest in the height | | | | | | | |
d311 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d312 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
d313 | Rejoice, all ye believers | | | | | | | |
d314 | Rejoice, ye pure in heart | | | | | | | |
d315 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | | | |
d316 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
d317 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d318 | Rise up, O men [man] [youth] of God | | | | | | | |
d319 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
d320 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d321 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d322 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d323 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d324 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d325 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d326 | Sing we of the golden city | | | | | | | |
d327 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d328 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d329 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d330 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d331 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d332 | Spirit of God descend upon my heart | | | | | | | |
d333 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d334 | Standing at the portal of the opening year | | | | | | | |
d335 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d336 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
d337 | Strong Son of God, immortal Love | | | | | | | |
d338 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
d339 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d340 | Sunset and evening star and one clear call for me | | | | | | | |
d341 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d342 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere [as] we go | | | | | | | |
d343 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d344 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d345 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d346 | The day is gently sinking to a close | | | | | | | |
d347 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
d348 | The Day of Resurection | | | | | | | |
d349 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d350 | The glory of the spring, how sweet | | | | | | | |
d351 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
d352 | The God that to the fathers | | | | | | | |
d353 | The golden gates are lifted up | | | | | | | |
d354 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d355 | The light pours down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d356 | The Lord be with us as we bend | | | | | | | |
d357 | The Lord will come and not be slow | | | | | | | |
d358 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d359 | The old year's long campaign is o'er | | | | | | | |
d360 | The radiant morn hath passed away | | | | | | | |
d361 | The royal banners forward go | | | | | | | |
d362 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d363 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d364 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d365 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d366 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d367 | The summer days are come again | | | | | | | |
d368 | The year is swiftly waning; the summer days are past | | | | | | | |
d369 | There are coming changes great | | | | | | | |
d370 | There is a book who runs [that all] may read | | | | | | | |
d371 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d372 | There's not a bird with lonely nest | | | | | | | |
d373 | These things shall be, a loftier race | | | | | | | |
d374 | Thou art coming, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d375 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d376 | Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown | | | | | | | |
d377 | Thou gracious Power whose mercy lends | | | | | | | |
d378 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d379 | Thou Life within my life, than self more near | | | | | | | |
d380 | Thou, Lord, art Love, and everywhere | | | | | | | |
d381 | Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand | | | | | | | |
d382 | Thou Lord of life, our saving health | | | | | | | |
d383 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d384 | Though lowly here our lot may be | | | | | | | |
d385 | Through centuries of sin and woe | | | | | | | |
d386 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d387 | Through the night of doubt [pain] and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d388 | Thy kingdom come, O God [Lord], thy rule [reign] | | | | | | | |
d389 | Thy kingdom come, on bended knee | | | | | | | |
d390 | 'Tis winter now, the fallen [gleaming] snow | | | | | | | |
d391 | To thee, our God, we fly for mercy and for grace | | | | | | | |
d392 | Trumpet of God, sound high | | | | | | | |
d393 | Two thousand troubled years | | | | | | | |
d394 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
d395 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d396 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d397 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d398 | We bless thee for thy peace, O God | | | | | | | |
d399 | We come in the might of the Lord of light | | | | | | | |
d400 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |