# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Let us with a gladsome mind | | | | | | | |
302 | And now the wants are told, that brought | | | | | | | |
303 | Lord, speak to me, that I may speak | | | | | | | |
304 | God intrusts to all | | | | | | | |
305 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
306 | Sowing the seed by the dawn-light fair | | | | | | | |
307 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
308 | There is beauty all around | | | | | | | |
309 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | | | | | |
310 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
311 | With happy voices ringing | | | | | | | |
312 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
313 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
314 | Happy are they, they that love God | | | | | | | |
315 | O worship the King | | | | | | | |
316 | Now thank we all our God | | | | | | | |
317 | Stand up and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
318 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
319 | Lord, we thank Thee for the pleasure | | | | | | | |
320 | All people that on earth do dwell | | | | | | | |
321 | For common gifts we bless Thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
322 | O bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
323 | O Lord of heaven and earth and sea | | | | | | | |
324 | O Thou! who art of all that is | | | | | | | |
325 | I sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
326 | My God, I thank Thee Who hast made | | | | | | | |
327 | Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
328 | Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy today | | | | | | | |
329 | What shall we render | | | | | | | |
330 | Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest | | | | | | | |
331 | For all the saints, who from their labours rest | | | | | | | |
332 | Now the labourer's task is o'er | | | | | | | |
333 | It singeth low in every heart | | | | | | | |
334 | Beloved it is well! | | | | | | | |
335 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
336 | "He is not dead," but only lieth sleeping | | | | | | | |
337 | For ever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
338 | God of the living, in whose eyes | | | | | | | |
339 | To die is gain | | | | | | | |
340 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
341 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
342 | Jesus bids us shine with a clear pure light | | | | | | | |
343 | Where is Jesus, little children? | | | | | | | |
344 | When His salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
345 | Thy Word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
346 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
347 | Fair waved the golden corn | | | | | | | |
348 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
349 | Saviour! while my heart is tender | | | | | | | |
350 | The child leans on its parent's breast | | | | | | | |
351 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
352 | A little lamb went straying | | | | | | | |
353 | Little beam of rosy light | | | | | | | |
354 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
355 | Jesus is our Shepherd | | | | | | | |
356 | Suppose the little cowslip | | | | | | | |
357 | Hushed was the evening hymn | | | | | | | |
358 | We are but little children weak | | | | | | | |
359 | Looking upward every day | | | | | | | |
360 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
361 | When He cometh, when He cometh | | | | | | | |
362 | God make my life a little light | | | | | | | |
363 | He smiled as He stretched out His arms in glad welcome | | | | | | | |
364 | The glory of the spring, how sweet | | | | | | | |
365 | The summer days are come again | | | | | | | |
366 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
367 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
368 | Kindly Spring again is here | | | | | | | |
369 | 'Tis winter now: the fallen snow | | | | | | | |
370 | The flowers which deck my pathway round | | | | | | | |
371 | The year is swiftly waning | | | | | | | |
372 | Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest | | | | | | | |
373 | We plough the fields, and scatter | | | | | | | |
374 | Standing at the portal | | | | | | | |
375 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
376 | Break, new-born year, on glad eyes break! | | | | | | | |
377 | The year is gone beyond recall | | | | | | | |
378 | Father, let me dedicate | | | | | | | |
379 | Backward looking o'er the past | | | | | | | |
380 | For Thy mercy and Thy grace | | | | | | | |
381 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |
382 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
383 | Sleep, Holy Babe, upon Thy Mother's breast | | | | | | | |
384 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
385 | Good King Wenceslas looked out | | | | | | | |
386 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
387 | In the old time, runs the story | | | | | | | |
388 | Carol, sweetly carol | | | | | | | |
389 | Good Christian men, rejoice | | | | | | | |
390 | O little town of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
391 | The first Nowel the Angel did say | | | | | | | |
392 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
393 | See, amid the winter's snow | | | | | | | |
394 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
395 | Christians, awake, salute the happy morn | | | | | | | |
396 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
397 | Once in royal David's city | | | | | | | |
398 | O come, all ye faithful | | | | | | | |
399 | Shepherds, watching o'er your flocks | | | | | | | |
400 | What sudden blaze of song | | | | | | | |