# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | Gracious Source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
902 | How good and pleasant is the sight | | | | | | | |
903 | O it is joy in one to meet | | | | | | | |
904 | Father, hear us when we pray | | | | | | | |
905 | Let us join, 'tis as God commands | | | | | | | |
906 | O come and let the assembly all | | | | | | | |
907 | Father, united by thy grace | | | | | | | |
908 | God of love, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
909 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
910 | Our God, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
911 | Blest with unearthly bliss were they | | | | | | | |
912 | Thou God of truth and love | | | | | | | |
913 | God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
914 | How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord | | | | | | | |
915 | Help us to help each other, Lord | | | | | | | |
916 | Father, at thy footstool see | | | | | | | |
917 | A holy air is breathing round | | | | | | | |
918 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
919 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
920 | O 'tis a scene the heart to move | | | | | | | |
921 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
922 | Through thee we now together came | | | | | | | |
923 | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
924 | Peace be to this habitation | | | | | | | |
925 | Blest is the man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
926 | Where'er the Lord shall build my house | | | | | | | |
927 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
928 | How pleasing, Lord, to see | | | | | | | |
929 | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
930 | Send down thy winged angel, God | | | | | | | |
931 | O God, that madest earth and sky! | | | | | | | |
932 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
933 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
934 | Father, we bless the gentle care | | | | | | | |
935 | O timely happy, timely wise | | | | | | | |
936 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
937 | What secret hand, at morning light | | | | | | | |
938 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
939 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
940 | Lord of my life, O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
941 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
942 | Father, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
943 | Father, thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
944 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
945 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
946 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
947 | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care | | | | | | | |
948 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
949 | Interval of grateful shade | | | | | | | |
950 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |
951 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
952 | Through the day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
953 | Lord of glory, king of power | | | | | | | |
954 | God, that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
955 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
956 | My God, I now from sleep awake | | | | | | | |
957 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
958 | Sweet to the soul the parting ray | | | | | | | |
959 | Dear is the hallowed morn to me | | | | | | | |
960 | There is a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
961 | King of the world, I worship thee | | | | | | | |
962 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
963 | To thee, my God, to thee I bring | | | | | | | |
964 | Blesséd state, and happy he | | | | | | | |
965 | Approach not the altar | | | | | | | |
966 | Our Father, when beside the tomb | | | | | | | |
967 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
968 | As, when the deluge waves were gone | | | | | | | |
969 | In thy courts let peace be found | | | | | | | |
970 | Long be our fathers temple ours | | | | | | | |
971 | Though faint and sick, and worn away | | | | | | | |
972 | Where shall the child of sorrow find | | | | | | | |
973 | Come the rich, and come the poor | | | | | | | |
974 | O what a struggle wakes within | | | | | | | |
975 | Let there be light, when from on high | | | | | | | |
976 | Fallen is thy throne, O Israel | | | | | | | |
977 | Why, on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
978 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
979 | The triumphs of the martyred saints | | | | | | | |
980 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
981 | For all thy saints, O God | | | | | | | |
982 | Open, Lord, my inward ear | | | | | | | |
983 | When dread misfortune's tempests rise | | | | | | | |
984 | All nature's works his praise declare | | | | | | | |
985 | Not for the summer's hour alone | | | | | | | |
986 | When on her maker's bosom | | | | | | | |
987 | O thou, at whose dread name we bend | | | | | | | |
988 | God of our fathers, from whose hand | | | | | | | |
989 | Raise the adoring song | | | | | | | |
990 | Let monumental pillars rise | | | | | | | |
991 | There is a pure and peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
992 | Soldier, to the contest pressing | | | | | | | |
993 | Eternal God, our humbled souls before thy presence | | | | | | | |
994 | Amid surrounding gloom and waste | | | | | | | |
995 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord | | | | | | | |
996 | Where'er my gospel is proclaimed | | | | | | | |
997 | Bless, o bless, almighty Father | | | | | | | |
998 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
999 | The past is dark with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
1000 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |