# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
401 | O God! to Thee our hearts would pay | | | |  | | | |
402 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | |  | | | |
403 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | |  | | | |
404 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | |  | | | |
405 | Brother, though from yonder sky | | | |  | | | |
406 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | |  | | | |
407 | Dear as thou wast, and justly dear | | | |  | | | |
408 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | |  | | | |
409 | Thou art gone to the grave;—but we will not deplore thee | | | |  | | | |
410 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | |  | | | |
411 | Fare thee well, our fondly cherished! | | | |  | | | |
412 | To the Father's love we trust | | | |  | | | |
413 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | |  | | | |
414 | Mighty One, whose name is holy | | | |  | | | |
415 | Lord, from Thy blessed throne | | | |  | | | |
416 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | |  | | | |
417 | Where, for a thousand miles | | | |  | | | |
418 | Westward, Lord, the world alluring | | | |  | | | |
419 | Not with the flashing steel | | | |  | | | |
420 | Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move | | | |  | | | |
421 | Down the dark future, through long generations | | | |  | | | |
422 | "To God be glory! Peace on earth!" | | | |  | | | |
423 | We love the venerable house | | | |  | | | |
424 | A wondrous star our pioneer | | | |  | | | |
425 | Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding hand | | | |  | | | |
426 | An offering at the shrine of power | | | |  | | | |
427 | The kings of old have shrine and tomb | | | |  | | | |
428 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | |  | | | |
429 | Glory to God! whose witness-train | | | |  | | | |
430 | Heave, mighty ocean, heave! | | | |  | | | |
431 | Launch thy bark, mariner! | | | |  | | | |
432 | Many a power within earth's bosom | | | |  | | | |
433 | In pleasant lands have fallen the lines | | | |  | | | |
434 | From foes that would our land devour | | | |  | | | |
435 | O Thou, whose presence went before | | | |  | | | |
436 | The land our fathers left to us | | | |  | | | |
437 | Men! whose boast it is that ye | | | |  | | | |
438 | Lord, when Thine ancient people cried | | | |  | | | |
439 | Ages, ages have departed | | | |  | | | |
440 | Climb we the mountain afar | | | |  | | | |
441 | O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave | | | |  | | | |
442 | What precept, Jesus, is like thine | | | |  | | | |
443 | O, say not, think not, heavenly notes | | | |  | | | |
444 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | |  | | | |
445 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | |  | | | |
446 | Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow | | | |  | | | |
447 | While yet the youthful spirit bears | | | |  | | | |
448 | Great God! and wilt Thou condescend | | | |  | | | |
449 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | |  | | | |
450 | There is a world we have not seen | | | |  | | | |
451 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | |  | | | |
452 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | |  | | | |
453 | The saints on earth and those above | | | |  | | | |
454 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | |  | | | |
455 | By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed | | | |  | | | |
456 | Grows dark thy path before thee? | | | |  | | | |
457 | When thirst for power or for gold | | | |  | | | |
458 | The light pours down from heaven | | | |  | | | |
459 | Beneath Thy trees to-day we met | | | |  | | | |
460 | Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep | | | |  | | | |
461 | O'er silent field and lonely lawn | | | |  | | | |
462 | Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve | | | |  | | | |
463 | Come at the morning hour | | | |  | | | |
464 | Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul | | | |  | | | |
465 | Heralds of creation! cry | | | |  | | | |
466 | God is in His holy temple | | | |  | | | |
467 | O Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides | | | |  | | | |
468 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | |  | | | |
469 | Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine! | | | |  | | | |
470 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | |  | | | |
471 | Eternal God! Almighty Cause | | | |  | | | |
472 | The Lord descended from above | | | |  | | | |
473 | From Zion's holy hill there rose | | | |  | | | |
474 | The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon | | | |  | | | |
475 | O Thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | |  | | | |
476 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | |  | | | |
477 | O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace | | | |  | | | |
478 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | |  | | | |
479 | Of all the thoughts of God, that are | | | |  | | | |
480 | Come, Thou almighty King! | | | |  | | | |
481 | Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din | | | |  | | | |
482 | O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught | | | |  | | | |
483 | Holy Spirit, source of gladness | | | |  | | | |
484 | We bless Thee for this sacred day | | | |  | | | |
485 | Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilled | | | |  | | | |
486 | O Thou, at whose divine command | | | |  | | | |
487 | Our Father God! not face to face | | | |  | | | |
488 | Hear, Father, hear our prayer! | | | |  | | | |
489 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | |  | | | |
490 | Father, adored in worlds above! | | | |  | | | |
491 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | |  | | | |
492 | Thy bounteous hand with food can bless | | | |  | | | |
493 | Heavenly Father! to whose eye | | | |  | | | |
494 | To Thee, the Lord almighty | | | |  | | | |
495 | All, from the sun's uprise | | | |  | | | |
496 | O, GIVE thanks to Him who made | | | |  | | | |
497 | Meet and right it is to sing | | | |  | | | |
498 | Hallelujah! best and sweetest | | | |  | | | |
499 | All ye nations, praise the Lord | | | |  | | | |
500 | O Thou great Spirit! who along | | | |  | | | |