# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
621 | Our God, to whom we turn | | | | | | | |
622 | Poor Soul, the center of my sinful earth | | | | | | | |
623 | Praise, my soul, the King of heaven | | | | | | | |
624 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore him | | | | | | | |
625 | Praise to the Holiest in the height | | | | | | | |
626 | Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation | | | | | | | |
627 | Praise we the Lord, who made all beauty | | | | | | | |
628 | Pray that Jerusalem may have | | | | | | | |
629 | Pray when the morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
630 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
631 | Rejoice, O land, in God thy might | | | | | | | |
632 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
633 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
634 | Ring out, ye crystal spheres | | | | | | | |
635 | Rise up, O men of God | | | | | | | |
636 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
637 | Say not “The struggle nought availeth” | | | | | | | |
638 | Shall God not share | | | | | | | |
639 | Sing a song of joy, praise our God with mirth | | | | | | | |
640 | Sing praise to God who spoke through man | | | | | | | |
641 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
642 | Soldiers of the Cross, arise | | | | | | | |
643 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
644 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
645 | Spread, O spread, thou mighty word | | | | | | | |
646 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
647 | Stern daughter of the voice of God | | | | | | | |
648 | Strong Son of God, immortal Love | | | | | | | |
649 | Sunset and evening star | | | | | | | |
650 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
651 | Sweet infancy | | | | | | | |
652 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
653 | The God of love my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
654 | The King of love my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
655 | The Lord is in his holy place | | | | | | | |
656 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
657 | The Lord of heaven confess | | | | | | | |
658 | The Lord will come and not be slow | | | | | | | |
659 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
660 | The Spirit of the Lord revealed | | | | | | | |
661 | Thee will I love, my God and King | | | | | | | |
662 | Then welcome each rebuff | | | | | | | |
663 | There a myriad means, O Lord | | | | | | | |
664 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | | | | | |
665 | There is no sorrow, Lord, too light | | | | | | | |
666 | There’s a wideness in God’s mercy | | | | | | | |
667 | There’s heaven above, and night by night | | | | | | | |
668 | They all were looking for a king | | | | | | | |
669 | Those who love and those who labor | | | | | | | |
670 | Thou art my life; if thou but turn away | | | | | | | |
671 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
672 | Thou Judge by whom each empire fell | | | | | | | |
673 | Thou long disowned, reviled, oppressed | | | | | | | |
674 | Thou true Vine, that heals the nations | | | | | | | |
675 | Thou wast, O God, and thou wast blest | | | | | | | |
676 | Though lowly our lot may be | | | | | | | |
677 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
678 | Through the night of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
679 | Thy heaven, on which ‘tis bliss to look | | | | | | | |
680 | Thy Kingdom come! on bended knee | | | | | | | |
681 | To God, the everlasting, who abides | | | | | | | |
682 | To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love | | | | | | | |
683 | To the Name of our salvation | | | | | | | |
684 | To thee whose eye all nature owns | | | | | | | |
685 | To us in Bethlem city | | | | | | | |
686 | Up to those bright and gladsome hills | | | | | | | |
687 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
688 | We love the place, O God | | | | | | | |
689 | We saw thee not when, far away | | | | | | | |
690 | We sing of God, the mighty source | | | | | | | |
691 | We thank thee, Lord, for this fair earth | | | | | | | |
692 | We thank you, Lord of Heaven | | | | | | | |
693 | What conscience dictates to be done | | | | | | | |
694 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
695 | When by fear my heart is daunted | | | | | | | |
696 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
697 | When on my day of life | | | | | | | |
698 | When through the whirl of wheels | | | | | | | |
699 | Where is thy God, my soul | | | | | | | |
700 | Who within that stable cries | | | | | | | |
701 | Ye holy angels bright | | | | | | | |
702 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
703 | Zeal of the Lord, for ever burning | | | | | | | |
386 III | We wish you many happy returns of the day | | | | | | | |
386 iv | Our babies’ names are on the roll | | | | | | | |
386 v | Praise him, praise him, all his children | | | | | | | |