# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | O would you be a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d202 | On weary hearts descending | | | | | | | |
d203 | One holy church of God appears | | | | | | | |
d204 | One Lord there is, all lords above | | | | | | | |
d205 | One moment on the scaffold | | | | | | | |
d206 | Onward, onward, children | | | | | | | |
d207 | Our fathers' faith, we sing of thee | | | | | | | |
d208 | Our fathers were high minded men | | | | | | | |
d209 | Out of every clime and people | | | | | | | |
d210 | Over the land in glory breaketh the Easter morn | | | | | | | |
d211 | Part in peace, is day before us? | | | | | | | |
d212 | Past are the cross, the scourge, the thorn | | | | | | | |
d213 | Peaceful the morning, quiet the day | | | | | | | |
d214 | Praise the Lord, his works exalt | | | | | | | |
d215 | Praise to God and thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
d216 | Praise ye the Lord, who is King of all power | | | | | | | |
d217 | Press on press on ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
d218 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
d219 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
d220 | Rouse up to work that waits for us | | | | | | | |
d221 | See the morning sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d222 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot | | | | | | | |
d223 | Should autumn's golden days depart | | | | | | | |
d224 | Silent night, peaceful night, all things sleep | | | | | | | |
d225 | Sleep, dearest baby, my loved one thou art | | | | | | | |
d226 | Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee | | | | | | | |
d227 | Sleep, my little Jesus | | | | | | | |
d228 | Slowly, by thy [God's] hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
d229 | Softly now, on angel pinions | | | | | | | |
d230 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d231 | Softly the silent night | | | | | | | |
d232 | Sound over all waters, reach out from all lands | | | | | | | |
d233 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d234 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d235 | Standing on the shore at morning | | | | | | | |
d236 | Strew all their graves with flowers | | | | | | | |
d237 | Strong in the living God | | | | | | | |
d238 | Summer days once more are coming | | | | | | | |
d239 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
d240 | Sweet evening hour, sweet evening hour | | | | | | | |
d241 | Take courage, temperance workers | | | | | | | |
d242 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d243 | Take the fruit I give you | | | | | | | |
d244 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d245 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d246 | The bird, let loose in [from] eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d247 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d248 | The bud will soon become a flower | | | | | | | |
d249 | The days are glidiing swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d250 | The ever changing seasons in silence come and go | | | | | | | |
d251 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d252 | The glory of the spring, how sweet | | | | | | | |
d253 | The golden rule, the golden rule | | | | | | | |
d254 | The hours of school are over | | | | | | | |
d255 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d256 | The light of truth is breaking | | | | | | | |
d257 | The light pours down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d258 | The Lord be with us as we bend | | | | | | | |
d259 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d260 | The lovely Spring has come again | | | | | | | |
d261 | The morning hangs its signal | | | | | | | |
d262 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d263 | The mourners came at break of day | | | | | | | |
d264 | The rose is queen among the flowers | | | | | | | |
d265 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d266 | The still small voice that speaks within | | | | | | | |
d267 | The Sunday bells are calling | | | | | | | |
d268 | The sweet June days are [have] come again | | | | | | | |
d269 | The voice of old by Jordan's flood | | | | | | | |
d270 | There are loyal hearts, there are spirits brave | | | | | | | |
d271 | There is a happy home, far, far away | | | | | | | |
d272 | There's a strife we all must wage | | | | | | | |
d273 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d274 | This day the sound upon the street | | | | | | | |
d275 | Thou art [Thou'rt] with me, O my Father | | | | | | | |
d276 | Thy kingdom come, on bended knee | | | | | | | |
d277 | To thee, O God in heaven, this little one we bring | | | | | | | |
d278 | Today a solemn stillness | | | | | | | |
d279 | 'Twas a bluebird told the story | | | | | | | |
d280 | Warm o'er the skies the sunshine lies | | | | | | | |
d281 | We are building every day, at our work | | | | | | | |
d282 | We are marching onward to our home on high | | | | | | | |
d283 | We come, O God, with gladness | | | | | | | |
d284 | We come with songs of praise to thee | | | | | | | |
d285 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d286 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d287 | Weary am I, go to rest | | | | | | | |
d288 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
d289 | Welcome, welcome is the greeting | | | | | | | |
d290 | What does he plant who plants a tree | | | | | | | |
d291 | What is the law of thy beauty | | | | | | | |
d292 | What means this glory round our feet | | | | | | | |
d293 | What thou wilt, O Father, give | | | | | | | |
d294 | When evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
d295 | When for me [us] the silent oar | | | | | | | |
d296 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d297 | When thy heart [with joy] o'erflowing Sings a thankful prayer | | | | | | | |
d298 | When twilight falls and night is nigh | | | | | | | |
d299 | When warmer suns and bluer skies | | | | | | | |
d300 | Whene'er the household board is spread | | | | | | | |