# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Adieu, ye streams that smoothly glide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alone to the banks of the darkrolling Danube | | | | | | | |
d3 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, gentle sleep, these eyelids close | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, rest in this bosom | | | | | | | |
d7 | Dark night away hath rolled | | | | | | | |
d8 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
d9 | Flow on, thou shining river, but ere thou reach | | | | | | | |
d10 | Friendship to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
d11 | Hail, Columbia, happy land | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hark, ye neighbors, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d13 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d14 | Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows | | | | | | | |
d15 | March to battle field | | | | | | | |
d16 | Merrily every bosom boundeth | | | | | | | |
d17 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d18 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d19 | Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain | | | | | | | |
d20 | See, brothers, see, how the night comes on | | | | | | | |
d21 | See, Christian, see how time steals on | | | | | | | |
d22 | The flaunting flag of liberty | | | | | | | |
d23 | The rose that all are praising is not the rose for me | | | | | | | |
d24 | The scene was more beautiful far to my [the] eye | | | | | | | |
d25 | The sun sets at night | | | | | | | |
d26 | There is a tear of sweet relief | | | | | | | |
d27 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d28 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d29 | Upon the hill he turned | | | | | | | |
d30 | When I look o'er the waste of years | | | | | | | |
d31 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d32 | Why, ah why, my heart, this sadness | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]