# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
91 | God of the year, with songs of praise | | | | | |  | |
92 | Forth in thy name [strength], O Lord, I [we] go | | | | | |  | |
93 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | |  | |
94 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | |  | |
95 | As the sun doth daily rise | | | | | |  | |
96 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | |  | |
97 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | |  | |
98 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | |  | |
99 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | |  | |
100 | Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns | | | | | |  | |
101 | Lord of all being, throned afar | | | | | |  | |
102 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | |  | |
103 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | |  | |
104 | We feel thy calm at evening's hour | | | | | |  | |
105 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | |  | |
106 | Cast thy burden upon the Lord | | | | | |  | |
107 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | |  | |
108 | There's nothing bright above, below | | | | | |  | |
109 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd [I] [I'll] praise thee | | | | | |  | |
110 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | |  | |
111 | God of our fathers, known of old | | | | | |  | |
112 | Dear Lord and Father [Master] of mankind [us all], Forgive our foolish ways | | | | | |  | |
113 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | |  | |
114 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | |  | |
115 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | |  | |
116 | Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing | | | | | |  | |
117 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | |  | |
118 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | |  | |
119 | But the Lord is mindful of His own | | | | | |  | |
120 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | |  | |
121 | From glory unto glory | | | | | |  | |
122 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | |  | |
123 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | |  | |
124 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | |  | |
125 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | |  | |
126 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | |  | |
127 | Thou wilt not cower in the dust | | | |  | |  | |
128 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | |  | |
129 | O Columbia, the gem of the ocean | | | | | |  | |
130 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | |  | |
131 | America, so proud and free | | | | | |  | |
132 | Flag of the free, fairest to see | | | | | |  | |
133 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | |  | |
134 | Land of greatness, home of glory | | | | | |  | |
135 | Hail, Columbia, happy land | | | | | |  | |
136 | O sing with voices clear and strong | | | | | |  | |
137 | Men of Harlech! in the hollow | | | | | |  | |
138 | Father, on thee I call | | | | | |  | |
139 | Bring the good old bugle, boys | | | | | |  | |
140 | A voice resounds like thunder peal | | | | | |  | |
141 | Ye sons of France, awake to glory! | | | | | |  | |
142 | O native land, O native land, Filled are our hearts... | | | | | |  | |
143 | I wish I was in de land ob cotton | DIXIE'S LAND | | |  | |  | |
144 | Sleep, comrades, sleep, sleep and rest | | | | | |  | |
145 | God ever glorious, Sovereign of nations | | | | | |  | |
146 | O God, beneath thy [your] guiding hand | | | | | |  | |
147 | Flag of a thousand battles | | | | | |  | |
148 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | |  | |
149 | Joy, joy, freedom today | | | | | |  | |
150 | Speed our republic, O Father on high | | | | | |  | |
151 | Let us haste to Kelvin Grove | | | | | |  | |
152 | Sweet and low, sweet and low, wind of the western sea | | | | | |  | |
153 | By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie br's | | | | | |  | |
154 | Drink to me only with thine eyes | | | | | |  | |
155 | Soft o'er the fountain | | | | | |  | |
156 | In the gloaming, oh, my darling! when the lights are dim and low | | | |  | |  | |
157 | When the swallows homeward fly | | | | | |  | |
158 | Farewell, O joyous, sunny grove | | | | | |  | |
159 | Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green braes | [Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green brae's] | | | | |  | |
160 | Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast | | | | | |  | |
161 | Flowerets blooming, winds perfuming | | | | | |  | |
162 | Onward, every onward front the noble fray | | | | | |  | |
163 | How can I leave thee! (Ach wie ist's möglich dann) | [How can I leave thee] | | |  | |  | |
164 | Golden slumbers kiss your eyes | | | | | |  | |
165 | Lullaby, and good night | | | | | |  | |
166 | Once I saw a sweet brier rose | | | | | |  | |
167 | Murmur, gentle lyre, through the lonely night | | | | | |  | |
168 | Once a boy a rose despied | | | | | |  | |
169 | All is still in sweetest rest | | | | | |  | |
170 | Shades of evening close not o'er us | | | | | |  | |
171 | Beside the mill, down yonder | | | | | |  | |
172 | Verdant grove, farewell to thee | | | | | |  | |
173 | Maxwelton's braes are bonnie | | | | | |  | |
174 | I'm a shepherd of the valley | | | | | |  | |
175 | Rocked in the cradle of the deep | | | | | |  | |
176 | What's this dull town to me | | | | | |  | |
177 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot | | | | | |  | |
178 | If a body meet a body | | | |  | |  | |
179 | Hail to the queen of the silent night | | | |  | |  | |
180 | Thou forest broad and sweeping | | | | | |  | |
181 | Upon the height I stood | | | | | |  | |
182 | Beside the old stone fountain, there stands a linden tree | | | | | |  | |
183 | Stars of the summer night | | | | | |  | |
184 | Once in the dear dead days beyond recall | [Once in the dear dead days beyond recall] | | |  | |  | |
185 | Sleep, my love, and peace attend thee | [Sleep, my love, and peace attend thee] | | | | |  | |
186 | Good night, good night, beloved! | | | | | |  | |
187 | Good night, farewell, my own true heart | | | | | |  | |
188 | 'Twas in fifty five, on a winter's night | | | | | |  | |
189 | Sleep, baby, sleep, thy Father guards the [his] | | | | | |  | |
190 | A song for [of] the oak | | | | | |  | |