# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
386b | Behold! the morning sun | | | | | | | |
386c | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
386d | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
387a | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
387b | How pleas'd and blest was I | | | | | | | |
387c | Gently, gently, lay thy [the] rod | | | | | | | |
388a | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
388b | Praise to God! immortal praise | | | | | | | |
388c | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
389a | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
389b | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
390a | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
390b | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
390c | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
391a | The morning light is braking | | | | | | | |
391b | O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song | | | | | | | |
391c | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
392a | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
392b | Rise, my soul, stretch forth thy wings | | | | | | | |
393a | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
393b | The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]