# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Forgive thy foes,--nor that alone | | | | | | | |
302 | How withered, faded, seems the form | | | | | | | |
303 | That setting sun! that setting sun! | | | | | | | |
304 | The heavens, O Lord! thy power proclaim | | | | | | | |
305 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
306 | See how the shining share | | | | | | | |
307 | I may not scorn the meanest thing | | | | | | | |
308 | Hope, though slow she be, and late | | | | | | | |
309 | There is a calm for those weep | | | | | | | |
310 | The laboror, the laborer | | | | | | | |
311 | "He giveth his beloved sleep" | | | | | | | |
312 | Thou art beautiful, O Peace! | | | | | | | |
313 | The South-land hath its fields of cane | | | | | | | |
314 | God might have made the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
315 | The mind is a garden, and youth's sunny morn | | | | | | | |
316 | The beautiful! the beautiful! | | | | | | | |
317 | The rain is o'er;--how dense and bright | | | | | | | |
318 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
319 | O the pretty way-side well | | | | | | | |
320 | The clear blue sky looks full of love | | | | | | | |
321 | Beautiful, sublime, and glorious | | | | | | | |
322 | There's music in the midnight breeze | | | | | | | |
323 | Like to the modest, tender flower | | | | | | | |
324 | See the Northern Light! | | | | | | | |
325 | Winter lingers in the bowers | | | | | | | |
326 | See how calmly star and star | | | | | | | |
327 | Sweet flower, spring's earliest, loveliest gem! | | | | | | | |
328 | In the thick and grassy wood | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]