# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | We've a story to tell to the nations | | | | | | | |
502 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
503 | There's a voice in the wilderness crying, a call from the ways untrod | | | | | | | |
504 | Break, day of God, O break, sweet light of heavenly | | | | | | | |
505 | God, the Omnipotent, King, who ordainest | | | | | | | |
506 | Our thought of thee is glad with hope | | | | | | | |
507 | In Christ there is no east or [nor] west | | | | | | | |
508 | All people of the earth share but one common birth | | | | | | | |
509 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
510 | Come, peace of God, and dwell again on earth Come, with the calm that hailed Thy Prince's birth | | | | | | | |
511 | O God of love, O King [God] of peace | | | | | | | |
512 | These things shall be, a loftier race | | | | | | | |
513 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
514 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
515 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
516 | Lord, it belongs not to my [our] care | | | | | | | |
517 | I know not what the future hath of marvel | | | | | | | |
518 | Servant of God, well done, thy glorious warfare's past | | | | | | | |
519 | When on my day of life the night is falling | | | | | | | |
520 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
521 | It singeth low in every heart, we hear it each and all | | | | | | | |
522 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
523 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
524 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
525 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
526 | Now the laborer's task is o'er | | | | | | | |
527 | For all thy [the] saints, who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
528 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
529 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
530 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
531 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
532 | Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
533 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
534 | Another year is dawning | | | | | | | |
535 | Father, let me dedicate | | | | | | | |
536 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
537 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
538 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
539 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
540 | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |
541 | O Lord of heaven and earth and sea | | | | | | | |
542 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
543 | Not alone for mighty empire Stretching far o'er land and sea | | | | | | | |
544 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
545 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
546 | For all the blessings of the year | | | | | | | |
547 | O living Christ, chief Corner Stone | | | | | | | |
548 | On this stone now laid with prayer | | | | | | | |
549 | Thou whose unmeasured temple stands | | | | | | | |
550 | Come, O thou God of grace | | | | | | | |
551 | O thou whose hand has brought us | | | | | | | |
552 | All nature's works his praise declare | | | | | | | |
553 | Eternal Father, strong to save, whose arm | | | | | | | |
554 | Father, who art alone our helper and our stay | | | | | | | |
555 | O God Creator, in whose hand | | | | | | | |
556 | Where the great ships, passing | | | | | | | |
557 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
558 | Almighty Lord, with one accord We offer thee our youth | | | | | | | |
559 | O Thou whose feet have climbed life's hill | | | | | | | |
560 | Lord and Savior, true and kind | | | | | | | |
561 | The Lord, our God, alone is strong | | | | | | | |
562 | The world's astir, the clouds of storm | | | | | | | |
563 | Be present at our table, Lord | | | | | | | |
564 | We thank Thee, Lord, for this our food | | | | | | | |