# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Come, all ye saints of God | | | | | | | |
802 | O thou, who art above all height! | | | | | | | |
803 | With willing feet thy servant stands | | | | | | | |
804 | O thou, who on thy chosen Son | | | | | | | |
805 | Where ancient forests widely spread | | | | | | | |
806 | Father! at this alter bending | | | | | | | |
807 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
808 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
809 | The harvest-fields are broad and white | | | | | | | |
810 | Another pastor hast thou given | | | | | | | |
811 | Blest is the hour when cares depart | | | | | | | |
812 | All as God wills! who wisely heeds | | | | | | | |
813 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
814 | Dear Lord, behold thy servants, here | | | | | | | |
815 | Pour out thy spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
816 | Mysterious Presence, Source of all | | | | | | | |
817 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
818 | Within these doors assembled now | | | | | | | |
819 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
820 | Rejoice, believer, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
821 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
822 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
823 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
824 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
825 | Brother, hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
826 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
827 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
828 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
829 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
830 | Far from my thoughts vain world! be | | | | | | | |
831 | Forth from the dark and stormy sky | | | | | | | |
832 | Oh! how happy are they | | | | | | | |
833 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
834 | Great Framer of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
835 | O holy Father! just and true | | | | | | | |
836 | O God, beneath thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
837 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
838 | How rich thy gifts, almighty King! | | | | | | | |
839 | In pleasant lands have fallen the lines | | | | | | | |
840 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
841 | Eternal source of every joy! | | | | | | | |
842 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
843 | The earth, all light and loveliness | | | | | | | |
844 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
845 | Oh, guard our shores from every foe | | | | | | | |
846 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
847 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
848 | Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean | | | | | | | |
849 | Pillows wet with tears of anguish | | | | | | | |
850 | Blessed angels, high in heaven | | | | | | | |
851 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | | | |
852 | Great God! let all our tuneful powers | | | | | | | |
853 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
854 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
855 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
856 | Sunlight of the heavenly day | | | | | | | |
857 | Time by moments steals away | | | | | | | |
858 | My country 't is of thee | | | | | | | |
859 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
860 | Gone are those great and good | | | | | | | |
861 | O Lord of Hosts! Almighty King! | | | | | | | |
862 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
863 | God of the free! upon the breath | | | | | | | |
864 | Who is thy neighbor? | | | | | | | |
865 | Though faint and sick, and worn away | | | | | | | |
866 | Where shall the child of sorrow find | | | | | | | |
867 | Give as God hath given thee | | | | | | | |
868 | In the morning sow thy seed | | | | | | | |
869 | Cast thy bread upon the waters | | | | | | | |
870 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
871 | Beneath the thick but struggling clouds | | | | | | | |
872 | Our offering is a willing mind | | | | | | | |
873 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
874 | Father of our feeble race | | | | | | | |
875 | Lord! thou didst arise and say | | | | | | | |
876 | Come, ye thankful people! come | | | | | | | |
877 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
878 | The snow-plumed angel of the North | | | | | | | |
879 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
880 | Like Israel's host to exile driven | | | | | | | |
881 | How sleep the brave who sink to rest | | | | | | | |
882 | Blest who with generous pity glows | | | | | | | |
883 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains | | | | | | | |
884 | The dwellings of the free resound | | | | | | | |
885 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |
886 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
887 | Our soul shall magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
888 | Oh, shut not out sweet pity's ray | | | | | | | |
889 | Father! we pray for those who dwell | | | | | | | |
890 | Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view | | | | | | | |
891 | We praise thee, if one rescued soul | | | | | | | |
892 | O Maker of the fruits and flowers! | | | | | | | |
893 | The past is dark with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
894 | Praise for the glorious light | | | | | | | |
895 | Lord Jesus, come! for here | | | | | | | |
896 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
897 | Hark! the voice of choral song | | | | | | | |
898 | God made all his creatures free | | | | | | | |
899 | Come, ye weary souls, oppressed | | | | | | | |
900 | Think gently of the erring! | | | | | | | |