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1 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
2 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
3 | To Thee, my God, to Thee I bring | | | | | | | |
4 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
5 | Father in heaven! thy ceaseless love! | | | | | | | |
6 | O Lord, behold before thy throne | | | | | | | |
7 | Now sweetly thro' the lengthened dell | | | | | | | |
8 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
9 | Father, we come with filial fear | | | | | | | |
10 | We are but young--yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
11 | Come youthful songsters, come and raise | | | | | | | |
12 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
13 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
14 | On thee, each morning, O my God | | | | | | | |
15 | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
16 | Lord Jesus, teach a child to pray | | | | | | | |
17 | Lord! teach us children how to pray | | | | | | | |
18 | Blest work! the youthful mind to win | | | | | | | |
19 | Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way | | | | | | | |
20 | How should our souls delight to bless | | | | | | | |
C1 | Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
C2 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
C3 | Fret not thyself because of evil doers | | | | | | | |
C4 | Have mercy upon me, O God | | | | | | | |
21 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
22 | Great God, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
23 | O God, my God, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
24 | The long-lost son, with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
25 | Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
26 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
27 | In life's joyous morning while hope still is bright | | | | | | | |
28 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring is bright | | | | | | | |
29 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
30 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
31 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
32 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
33 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
34 | O Jesus, delight of my soul! | | | | | | | |
35 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
36 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
37 | The seraphs bright are hov'ring | | | | | | | |
38 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
39 | Within our minds the seed | | | | | | | |
40 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
41 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |
42 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
43 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
44 | How beauteous in life's morning | | | | | | | |
45 | O, when the tear is gushing | | | | | | | |
46 | Serene I laid me down | | | | | | | |
47 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
48 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
49 | Here we meet with joy together | | | | | | | |
50 | Saviour, source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
51 | In forests deep by breezes stirr'd | | | | | | | |
52 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
54 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
55 | Gracious Spirit--Love divine! | | | | | | | |
56 | Holy Spirit, from on high | | | | | | | |
57 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
58 | Suppliant, lo! thy children bend | | | | | | | |
59 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
60 | Ye who in his courts are found | | | | | | | |
61 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
62 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
63 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
64 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
65 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
66 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
67 | In thy name, O Lord, assembling | | | | | | | |
68 | Come, thou soul-transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
69 | Now is done the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
70 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
71 | God, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
72 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
73 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
74 | O, how blest is the morning of youth's golden day | | | | | | | |
75 | The Lord is my Shepherd; no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
76 | How sweetly flow'd the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
77 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
78 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw near | | | | | | | |
79 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
80 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
81 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
82 | One sweet flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
C5 | Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden | | | | | | | |
C6 | Wherewith shall a young man cleanse his way? | | | | | | | |
C7 | Our days on the earth are as a shadow | | | | | | | |
C8 | Lord, who shall abide in thy tabernacle | | | | | | | |
C9 | Have mercy upon me, O God | | | | | | | |
83 | Go, children of nature! to thy mother's breast | | | | | | | |
84 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
85 | My searching eye can never reach | | | | | | | |
86 | Almighty Father! at whose word | | | | | | | |
87 | He had not where to lay his head | | | | | | | |
88 | Ah! happy youth, how sweet your hours! | | | | | | | |
89 | You tell me of the spotless robes | | | | | | | |
90 | Hope, youthful hope! how fair thy dreams | | | | | | | |
91 | As neath the soil, in early spring | | | | | | | |
92 | O happy land, O happy land | | | | | | | |