# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
238 | How nature wakes around | | | | | | | |
241 | O everlasting Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
243 | My heart wakes with a joyful lay | | | | | | | |
245 | My God, forget me not | | | | | | | |
248 | Give us Thy blessed peace, God of all might | | | | | | | |
250 | When we seek, with loving heart | | | | | | | |
252 | Once the sentence justly sounded | | | | | | | |
254 | Breezes of spring, all earth to life awaking | | | | | | | |
256 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
257 | Thou eternal life bestowest | | | | | | | |
259 | Jesus in bonds of death had lain | | | | | | | |
261 | O great and gracious God | | | | | | | |
263 | Soul, arise, dispel thy sadness | | | | | | | |
265 | With the New Year the old, sure Refuge still | | | | | | | |
269 | "The everlasting hills!" how calm they rise | | | | | | | |
272 | Stars of the silent night | | | | | | | |
276 | Darkness reigns—the hum of life's commotion | | | | | | | |
279 | I must go hence,—here there is nought abiding | | | | | | | |
281 | Weary and sad I stray | | | | | | | |
283 | Whence comes that mournful look and sigh | | | | | | | |
286 | Child, dear child! though to divide us | | | | | | | |
289 | True, brother friends! whose depth of love | | | | | | | |
291 | Fair stream of the peaceful valley | | | | | | | |
293 | Lamb, the once crucified! Lion, by triumph surrounded | | | | | | | |
297 | A few more conflicts, toils, and tears | | | | | | | |
299 | Thou hast borne our sins and sorrows | | | | | | | |
301 | Dear to Thee, O Lord, and precious | | | | | | | |
304 | Break not this heart, my children, with your weeping | | | | | | | |
306 | The first step bravely done! | | | | | | | |
308 | Why so late alone, my child | | | | | | | |
310 | Doubt it not—thou too shalt come | | | | | | | |
313 | A joyful child, long years ago | | | | | | | |
316 | Give thanks for all things, children of our God! | | | | | | | |
318 | Now, in the peace of God | | | | | | | |
321 | O Christ, my Life, my Saviour | | | | | | | |
324 | Here, beside our tranquil stream | | | | | | | |
327 | Long hast thou wept and sorrowed | | | | | | | |
329 | I hail thee in thy sad and awful silence | | | | | | | |
332 | No crown, no palms for me | | | | | | | |
334 | Low at Thy feet my spirit lies | | | | | | | |
336 | Is fair Nature dying? | | | | | | | |
339 | "A little while!" so spake our gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
341 | Ah, leave the lamp unlit a while! | | | | | | | |
343 | Peace, be still | | | | | | | |
345 | Voices of Spring, with what gladness I hear you again | | | | | | | |
347 | Long years ago, a child at home | | | | | | | |
348 | O sweet home-echo on the pilgrim's way | | | | | | | |