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101 | O how amiable are thy dwellings: thou Lord of hosts! | | | | | | | |
102 | Lord, thou art become gracious unto thy land: thou hast turned away the captivity of Jacob | | | | | | | |
103 | Whoso dwelleth under the defence of the Most High: shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty | | | | | | | |
104 | The Lord is King and hath put on glorious apparel | | | | | | | |
105 | O sing unto the lord a new song: sing unto the Lord all the whole earth | | | | | | | |
106 | The Lord is King the earth may be glad thereof: yea, the multitude of the isles may be glad thereof | | | | | | | |
107 | My song shall be of mercy and judgment; unto thee O Lord will I sing | | | | | | | |
108 | Praise the Lord, O my soul: and all that is within me praise his holy Name | | | | | | | |
109 | I will give thanks unto the Lord with my whole heart: secretly among the faithful and in the congregation | | | | | | | |
110 | Blessed is the man that feareth the Lord: he hath great delight in his commandments | | | | | | | |
111 | O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is gracious: because his mercy endureth forever | | | | | | | |
112 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills: from whence cometh my help | | | | | | | |
113 | I was glad when they said unto me: We will go into the house of the Lord | | | | | | | |
114 | They that put their trust in the Lord shall be even as the mount Sion | | | | | | | |
115 | Out of the deep have I called unto thee O Lord: Lord hear my voice | | | | | | | |
116 | I will give thanks unto thee O Lord, with my whole heart | | | | | | | |
117 | O Lord, thou hast searched me out, and known me | | | | | | | |
118 | I will magnify Thee, O God my King: and I will praise thy Name for ever and ever | | | | | | | |
119 | Praise ye the Lord; for it is good to sing prasies unto our God | | | | | | | |
120 | O praise the Lord of heaven: praise him in the height | | | | | | | |
121 | O praise God in his holiness: praise him in the firmament of his power | | | | | | | |
122 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
123 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
124 | Now the dreary night is done | | | | | | | |
125 | The morning bright, With rosy light | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, holy, undefiled | | | | | | | |
127 | The breaking morn comes back to bless | | | | | | | |
128 | O God, who, when the night was deep | | | | | | | |
129 | The morning light flingeth Its wakening ray | | | | | | | |
130a | Abide with me: fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
130b | Abide with me: fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
131 | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
132 | Day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
133 | Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go | | | | | | | |
134 | All praise to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
135 | Now the light has gone away | | | | | | | |
136 | God, that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
137 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
138 | Hear Thy children, gentle Jesus | | | | | | | |
139 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
140 | When evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
141 | Saviour, abide with us! | | | | | | | |
142 | Now the day is over | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
144 | The radiant sun, declining | | | | | | | |
145 | Ere the waning light decay | | | | | | | |
146 | Holy Father, cheer our way | | | | | | | |
147 | The hours of day are over | | | | | | | |
148 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
149 | Again the morn of gladness | | | | | | | |
150 | O Day of rest and gladness | | | | | | | |
151 | Happy, happy Sunday! | | | | | | | |
152 | Alleluia! Fairest morning! | | | | | | | |
153 | We come, Lord, to Thy feet | | | | | | | |
154 | O sweet Sabbath bells! | | | | | | | |
155 | Savior, again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
156 | All is bright and cheerful round us | | | | | | | |
157 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
158 | The year is swiftly waning | | | | | | | |
159 | Winter reigneth o'er the land | | | | | | | |
160 | Behold! behold, He cometh | | | | | | | |
161 | Lift up the Advent strain! | | | | | | | |
162 | Dear children, evermore | | | | | | | |
163 | Hark! the voice eternal | | | | | | | |
164 | Come, Thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
165 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
166 | Cradled in a manger, In a stable bare | | | | | | | |
167 | O come, all ye faithful | | | | | | | |
168 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
169 | Christians, awake, salute the happy morn | | | | | | | |
170 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
171 | Hark, the Heaven's sweet melody | | | | | | | |
172 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
173 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
174 | Christian children, wake and listen | | | | | | | |
175 | Hark! what mean those thrilling voices | | | | | | | |
176 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
177 | Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
178 | Once in Bethlehem of Judah | | | | | | | |
179 | The joyful morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
180 | Cradled in a manger, meanly | | | | | | | |
181 | Sing, O sing, this blessed morn | | | | | | | |
182 | 'Neath the stars that shone so bright | MAYLAND | | | | | | |
183 | Hail, sweet baby, pure and holy! | | | | | | | |
184 | O little town of Bethlehem! | | | | | | | |
185 | Sing with joy, 'tis Christmas Morn | | | | | | | |
186 | Behold a little Child | | | | | | | |
187 | Jesus! Name of wondrous love! | | | | | | | |
188 | Christian children must be holy | | | | | | | |
189 | From glory unto glory! | | | | | | | |
190 | Standing at the portal of the opning year | | | | | | | |
191 | For Thy mercy and Thy grace | | | | | | | |
192 | Bethlehem! of noblest cities | | | | | | | |
193 | From the Eastern mountains | | | | | | | |
194 | There came three Kings, ere break of day | | | | | | | |
195 | O'er Bethlehem's hill, in time of old | | | | | | | |
196 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
197 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
198 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
199 | In His own raiment clad | | | | | | | |