# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
303 | When the day of life is dreary | | | | | |  | |
304 | Holy Lord! in pure devotion | | | | | |  | |
305 | Brother, is life's morning clouded | | | | | |  | |
306 | Do not crouch today, and worship | | | | | |  | |
307 | There are moments when life's shadows | | | | | |  | |
308 | Onward--onward! slow and steady | | | | | |  | |
309 | Peace be thine, the angels greet thee | | | | | |  | |
310 | He who goeth forth with weeping | | | | | |  | |
311 | Labor fearless, labor faithful | | | | | |  | |
312 | Brother, art thou poor and lowly | | | | | |  | |
313 | Waking every morn to duty | | | | | |  | |
314 | Come they, when the shades of evening | | | | | |  | |
315 | Here all worldly cares forgetting | | | | | |  | |
316 | Floating on the breath of evening | | | | | |  | |
317 | Here we meet with joy together | | | | | |  | |
318 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | |  | |
319 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | |  | |
320 | Gently as the weeping willow | | | | | |  | |
321 | They are passing, upward passing | | | | | |  | |
322 | Speak not harshly when reproving | | | | | |  | |
323 | Part in peace! is day before us? | | | | | |  | |
324 | Bringing pleasant hopes and visions | | | | | |  | |
325 | On the dewy breath of even | | | | | |  | |
326 | Heaven is here; its hymns of gladness | | | | | |  | |
327 | Now the shade of evening falleth | | | | | |  | |
328 | Holy Father, gently bless us | | | | | |  | |
329 | May the grace of guardian angels | | | | | |  | |
330 | Cherish faith in one another | | | | | |  | |
331 | Joy and pain to all are given | | | | | |  | |
332 | They are winging, they are winging | | | | | |  | |
333 | Spring is coming—spring is coming | | | | | |  | |
334 | God bless our native land! | | | | | |  | |
335 | God of the harvest praise | | | | | |  | |
336 | Trump of glad jubilee | | | | | |  | |
337 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | |  | |
338 | Praise ye Jehovah's name | | | | | |  | |
339 | The laws of Christian light | | | | | |  | |
340 | Mortal, the Angels say | | | | | |  | |
341 | Here at thy grave we stand | | | | | |  | |
342 | Life is onward,--use it | | | | | |  | |
343 | There's no dearth of kindness | | | | | |  | |
344 | Hand in hand with angels | | | | | |  | |
345 | Let there be Light! said God | | | | | |  | |
346 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | |  | |
347 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | |  | |
348 | Grows dark thy path before thee? | | | | | |  | |
349 | When fortune beams around you | | | | | |  | |
350 | Sometimes the heart complaineth | | | | | |  | |
351 | To thee, the Lord Almighty | | | | | |  | |
352 | Angels, bright angels are ever around us | | | | | |  | |
353 | We will not fear the beauteous angel | | | | | |  | |
354 | This world is not a fleeting show | | | | | |  | |
355 | We cross the prairie as of old | | | | | |  | |
356 | How cheery are the mariners | | | | | |  | |
357 | O wondrous depth of love divine | | | | | |  | |
358 | Look up, oh tear-dimmed eye | | | | | |  | |
359 | The God who reigns alone | | | | | |  | |
360 | How cheering the thought, that the angels of God | | | | | |  | |
361 | Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right | | | | | |  | |
362 | Oh! lone is the spirit on life's troubled ocean | | | | | |  | |
363 | Courage, faint heart! why all these fears | | | | | |  | |
364 | Love all! there is no living thing | | | | | |  | |
365 | Whatever clouds may dim the way | | | | | |  | |
366 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | |  | |
367 | Action! action! all is action | | | | | |  | |
368 | Hark! through Nature's vast cathedral | | | | | |  | |
369 | Father divine! O may my prayer | | | | | |  | |
370 | O Father! lift our souls above | | | | | |  | |
371 | Love never sleeps! the mother's eye | | | | | |  | |
372 | Father of mercies! God of peace! | | | | | |  | |
373 | Prisoners of hope! be strong, be bold | | | | | |  | |
374 | It e'er hath pealed in strains sublime | | | | | |  | |
375 | When sorrow on the spirit feeds | | | | | |  | |
376 | How little of ourselves we know | | | | | |  | |
377 | Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good | | | | | |  | |
378 | 'Twas not in vain that Jesus prayed | | | | | |  | |
379 | O God, by whom the seed is given | | | | | |  | |
380 | O, not when the death-prayer is said | | | | | |  | |
381 | O thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides | | | | | |  | |
382 | Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for he | | | | | |  | |
383 | Father! thy wonders do not singly stand | | | | | |  | |
384 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | |  | |
385 | Not that thy boundless love, my God | | | | | |  | |
386 | We twine the wreath and sing the praise | | | | | |  | |
387 | Beneath the thick but struggling clouds | | | | | |  | |
388 | How glad the tone when summer's sun | | | | | |  | |
389 | Father, the spirit Jesus knew | | | | | |  | |
390 | Author of good, we rest on thee | | | | | |  | |
391 | God in the high and holy place | | | | | |  | |
392 | There is an eye that all surveys | | | | | |  | |
393 | In all the changes we have seen | | | | | |  | |
394 | Angels bright are drawing near | | | | | |  | |
395 | The seraphs bright are hovering | | | | | |  | |
396 | Forward! the day is breaking | | | | | |  | |
397 | Soon shall the trump of freedom | | | | | |  | |
398 | The morn of peace is beaming | | | | | |  | |
399 | In the broad fields of heaven | | | | | |  | |
400 | May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood | | | | | |  | |
401 | Friends of Freedom! ye who stand | | | | | |  | |
402 | To the world of spirit-gladness | | | | | |  | |