# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d101 | I will extol thee, O my God, O King | | | | | | | |
d102 | If but a cloud in heaven appears | | | | | | | |
d103 | If listening, as I listen still | | | | | | | |
d104 | In the long vista of the years to roll | | | | | | | |
d105 | In this dim world of clouding cares | | | | | | | |
d106 | In this our parting hour | | | | | | | |
d107 | Is there no guerdon for the brave | | | | | | | |
d108 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
d109 | Leaves have their time to fall | | | | | | | |
d110 | Life has import more inspiring | | | | | | | |
d111 | Like morning, when her early breeze | | | | | | | |
d112 | Lo the glory of thine hills | | | | | | | |
d113 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing, Hope and comfort from above | | | | | | | |
d114 | Lord, have mercy when we pray [strive] | | | | | | | |
d115 | Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling place | | | | | | | |
d116 | Lord, many times I am a-weary quite | | | | | | | |
d117 | Lord of the world, who hast preserved | | | | | | | |
d118 | Lord, thou didst arise and say | | | | | | | |
d119 | Lord, unto thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d120 | Love on, love on, but not the things that own | | | | | | | |
d121 | Love's very grief is gain | | | | | | | |
d122 | Lowly and solemn be they children's cry | | | | | | | |
d123 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d124 | My God, all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
d125 | My soul was dark | | | | | | | |
d126 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d127 | No human eyes thy face may see | | | | | | | |
d128 | None loves me, Father, with thy love | | | | | | | |
d129 | Not always as the whirlwind's rush | | | | | | | |
d130 | Not in the solitude Alone, may man commune | | | | | | | |
d131 | Not with terror do we meet | | | | | | | |
d132 | O blest Creator of the light, Who dost the | | | | | | | |
d133 | O Fairest born of love and light, Yet bending brow and eye severe | | | | | | | |
d134 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d135 | O God, I have trodden the wine-press alone | | | | | | | |
d136 | [O] God, who [that] madest [made the] earth and heaven [sky] | | | | | | | |
d137 | O God, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above | | | | | | | |
d138 | O guard our shores form every foe | | | | | | | |
d139 | O he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken | | | | | | | |
d140 | O holy father just and true | | | | | | | |
d141 | O I will bless the Lord for aye | | | | | | | |
d142 | O know ye not that ye | | | | | | | |
d143 | O Lord my God, how great art thou | | | | | | | |
d144 | O Lord, our Lord, how excellent Thy name | | | | | | | |
d145 | O, make a noise unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | O not alone on the mount of prayer | | | | | | | |
d147 | O strong, upwelling prayers of faith | | | | | | | |
d148 | O suffering Friend of human kind | | | | | | | |
d149 | O thou, at whose dread name we bend | | | | | | | |
d150 | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
d151 | O thou great Spirit, who along | | | | | | | |
d152 | O Thou that sittest in heaven, and seest | | | | | | | |
d153 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
d154 | O thou to whose all searching sight | | | | | | | |
d155 | O thou true life of all that live | | | | | | | |
d156 | O thou who hast at thy command | | | | | | | |
d157 | O thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides | | | | | | | |
d158 | O what though our feet may not tread | | | | | | | |
d159 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d160 | One knows us as none other does | | | | | | | |
d161 | Our pathway oft is wet with tears | | | | | | | |
d162 | Part in peace, is day before us? | | | | | | | |
d163 | Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man | | | | | | | |
d164 | Pour forth the oil, pour boldly forth | | | | | | | |
d165 | Praise ye the Lord, praise ye the Lord | | | | | | | |
d166 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d167 | Prune thou thy words the thoughts control | | | | | | | |
d168 | Quiet from God how beautiful to keep | | | | | | | |
d169 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
d170 | Sad soul dear heart O why repine | | | | | | | |
d171 | Say not the law divine is hidden far from thee | | | | | | | |
d172 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d173 | Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d174 | Shall we, who sit beneath that tree | | | | | | | |
d175 | She's gone to dwell in heaven | | | | | | | |
d176 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d177 | Soft as fades the sunset splendor | | | | | | | |
d178 | Sovereign and transforming grace | | | | | | | |
d179 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d180 | Spirit of knowledge, grant me tbis | | | | | | | |
d181 | Steep, and hung with clouds of strife | | | | | | | |
d182 | Sunned in the radiance of high good | | | | | | | |
d183 | Supreme and universal light | | | | | | | |
d184 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
d185 | The broken ties of happier days | | | | | | | |
d186 | The desert flower afar may bloom | | | | | | | |
d187 | The God of glory walks his round | | | | | | | |
d188 | The heavenly spheres to thee, O God | | | | | | | |
d189 | The heavens declare the high glory of God | | | | | | | |
d190 | The laws of Christian light, these are our weapons | | | | | | | |
d191 | The Lord is arisen, hail, mortals, the day | | | | | | | |
d192 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I never shall want | | | | | | | |
d193 | The more we live more brief appear | | | | | | | |
d194 | The ocean looketh up to heaven | | | | | | | |
d195 | The path of life we walk today | | | | | | | |
d196 | The snow plumed angel of the north | | | | | | | |
d197 | The Son of God gave thanks | | | | | | | |
d198 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d199 | The wish that of the living whole | | | | | | | |
d200 | The word, it is written | | | | | | | |