# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
500 | Before Thee, Lord, a servant bows | | | | | | | |
501 | Now bend we low, and ask our fathers' God | | | | | | | |
502 | Away, O fame, thy star has set | | | | | | | |
503 | I hold the laws of truth, so far as understood | | | | | | | |
504 | With thankful hearts, O God, we come | | | | | | | |
505 | O Lord our God, when storm and flame | | | | | | | |
506 | To veil thy truth by darkening or by hiding | | | | | | | |
507 | No human eyes thy face may see | | | | | | | |
508 | The land our fathers left to us | | | | | | | |
509 | The past is dark with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
510 | To thine eternal arms, O God | | | | | | | |
511 | Mid the flower wreathed tombs I stand | | | | | | | |
512 | In the golden summer morning | | | | | | | |
513 | How sweet, dear Lord, to rest | | | | | | | |
514 | Under the snow the violets are budding | | | | | | | |
515 | Guest from a holier world | | | | | | | |
516 | What though they boast of fairer lands | | | | | | | |
517 | Father, at this calm hour | | | | | | | |
518 | You strove in vain with cunning words | | | | | | | |
519 | O, think not, that my eyes are dry | | | | | | | |
520 | The homeless winds that wander o'er the land | | | | | | | |
521 | O Father, as in days of old | | | | | | | |
522 | This world is bright and fair, we know | | | | | | | |
523 | The everlasting mountains stand | | | | | | | |
524 | Oft have I walked the woodland paths | | | | | | | |
525 | Savior when the love depart | | | | | | | |
526 | How good it is in love and peace to dwell | | | | | | | |
527 | Hallowed forever be that twilight hour | | | | | | | |
528 | Lord, send us forth among thy fields to work | | | | | | | |
529 | Wake, church of freedom, wake | | | | | | | |
530 | I see it ever there above my head | | | | | | | |
531 | Because I wear the swaddling-bands of time | | | | | | | |
532 | Sad souls that harbor fears and woes | | | | | | | |
533 | Why shun, my soul, with downcast, cowed behavior | | | | | | | |
534 | Along time's river, like a soul unborn | | | | | | | |
535 | Attend, all ye faithful, your leader's command | | | | | | | |
536 | Deal gently with us, Lord, The ways of sin are wide | | | | | | | |
537 | O thou whose spirit o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
538 | Dear Savior, in my hour of pride | | | | | | | |
539 | Almighty Father, thou didst frame | | | | | | | |
540 | Father, whose sheep in pastures fair | | | | | | | |
541 | God ploughed one day with an earthquake | | | | | | | |
542 | Only ten miles from the city | | | | | | | |
543 | The Lord is in his holy place, in all things near and far | | | | | | | |
544 | He hides within the lily | | | | | | | |
545 | O heart of all the shining day | | | | | | | |
546 | I hear it often in the dark | | | | | | | |
547 | Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless round | | | | | | | |
548 | Our life is like a ship that sails some day | | | | | | | |
549 | To preach good tidings, this the call | | | | | | | |
550 | There was a glory in my house | | | | | | | |
551 | I think if he who spake that blessed word | | | | | | | |
552 | That this shall be a better year | | | | | | | |
553 | Ay, look around; but thou mayst not behold | | | | | | | |
554 | O God, who dwellest in the surging sea | | | | | | | |
555 | Bearing the Savior's story | | | | | | | |
556 | Rejoice and be exceeding glad | | | | | | | |
557 | Our wisest wisdom's chosen gate | | | | | | | |
558 | God cannot die, then why should I | | | | | | | |
559 | Great is the earth, O God | | | | | | | |
560 | What do you say to God, little bird | | | | | | | |
561 | The old red rock tempts the salt sea wave | | | | | | | |
562 | Dear eyes that never looked reproach | | | | | | | |
563 | In passing through the harvest field | | | | | | | |
564 | Christ will gather in his own to the place where he is gone | | | | | | | |
565 | Open your gates, O grave | | | | | | | |
566 | The sun is set the silver moon | | | | | | | |
567 | Onward and upward, be the motto mine | | | | | | | |