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1 | Lord of the worlds below! | | | | | | | |
2 | Sons of renowned sires | | | | | | | |
3 | Hail, pilgrim fathers of our race | | | | | | | |
4 | Let children learn the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
5 | To thee, O God, whose guiding hand | | | | | | | |
6 | Turn to the stars of heaven thine eyes | | | | | | | |
7 | O Lord, Thy all discerning eyes | | | | | | | |
8 | Sure, to the mansions of the blest | | | | | | | |
9 | Alas how swift the moments fly | | | | | | | |
10 | All hail the smiling rays | | | | | | | |
11 | Lo they come from east and west | | | | | | | |
12 | Cease my heart, to dread the morrow | | | | | | | |
13 | In deep affliction, Lord, I lie | | | | | | | |
14 | Welcome, ye deep and silent shades | | | | | | | |
15 | Grant me, Lord, some precious token | | | | | | | |
16 | Youth and its vernal bloom have fled | | | | | | | |
17 | In costly fane, the pride of art | | | | | | | |
18 | Happy the unrepining poor | | | | | | | |
19 | Father, thy mercies never fail | | | | | | | |
20 | In pleasant lands have fallen the lines | | | | | | | |
21 | Freemen, we our chartered rights | | | | | | | |
22 | All glorious Lord of heaven and earth | | | | | | | |
23 | From thee, O God, our spirits come | | | | | | | |
24 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
25 | Another day its course hath run | | | | | | | |
26 | Spirit of wisdom and of power | | | | | | | |
27 | Now to the God to whom all might | | | | | | | |
28 | O thou who art above all height | | | | | | | |
29 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
30 | The pilgrim fathers, where are they | | | | | | | |
31 | When thy Son O God was sleeping | | | | | | | |
32 | Break forth in song, ye trees | | | | | | | |
33 | To thee, beneath whose eye each circling century | | | | | | | |
34 | Thou sparkling bowl, thou sparkling bowl | | | | | | | |
35 | Oh, not for thee we weep | | | | | | | |
36 | They are all gone but one | | | | | | | |
37 | The winds are hushed the peaceful moon | | | | | | | |
38 | Our Father, we approach thy board | | | | | | | |
39 | I cannot make him dead | | | | | | | |
40 | O God, beneath this greenwood shade | | | | | | | |
41 | The harp of the minstrel with melody rings | | | | | | | |
42 | My God, I thank thee, may no thought | | | | | | | |
43 | O stay thy tears, for they are blest | | | | | | | |
44 | The rain is o'er how dense and bright | | | | | | | |
45 | We did not part as others part | | | | | | | |
46 | Faint not, poor traveler, though thy way | | | | | | | |
47 | He has gone to his God, he has gone to his home | | | | | | | |
48 | Another year, another year, the unceasing rush | | | | | | | |
49 | Where ancient forests round us spread | | | | | | | |
50 | How sweet, upon this sacred day | | | | | | | |
51 | It is the gentle evening hour | | | | | | | |
52 | When our purest delights are nipped in the blossom | | | | | | | |
53 | Praise to God, O let us raise | | | | | | | |
54 | God, who dwellest everywhere | | | | | | | |
55 | As through the pathleess fields of air | | | | | | | |
56 | In the beauty of holiness worship the Lord | | | | | | | |
57 | God, thou art good, each perfumed flower | | | | | | | |
58 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
59 | Glory to God, and peace on earth | | | | | | | |
60 | Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far | | | | | | | |
61 | Awake, O church, thy strength put on | | | | | | | |
62 | Almighty Father, condescend | | | | | | | |
63 | God of wisdom, God of might | | | | | | | |
64 | Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot | | | | | | | |
65 | Thou lofty One, whose name is love | | | | | | | |
66 | O thou, at whose dread name we bend | | | | | | | |
67 | One little bud adorned my bower | | | | | | | |
68 | What myriads throng, in proud array | | | | | | | |
69 | We are but two, the others sleep | | | | | | | |
70 | Gay, guiltless pair, What seek ye from the fields | | | | | | | |
71 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
72 | Yes, to the last command | | | | | | | |
73 | O God, accept the sacred hour Which we to thee | | | | | | | |
74 | We sing thy mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
75 | Father, thy rich spirit shed | | | | | | | |
76 | We bless thee for this sacred day | | | | | | | |
77 | Is there a lone and dreary hour | | | | | | | |
78 | The glorious God who reigns on high | | | | | | | |
79 | A cloud flits o'er the youthful brow | | | | | | | |
80 | The whole broad earth is beautiful | | | | | | | |
81 | Come, when the leaves are greenest | | | | | | | |
82 | Dry, dry up those tears | | | | | | | |
83 | Around thine altar, Lord, this day | | | | | | | |
84 | When God upheaved the pillared earth | | | | | | | |
85 | Far off from God, O thou my soul | | | | | | | |
86 | The cross, the symbol once of crime | | | | | | | |
87 | O God, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above | | | | | | | |
88 | We meditate the day | | | | | | | |
89 | O Lord of life, and truth, and grace, Ere nature was begun! | | | | | | | |
90 | O Savior, whose immortal word | | | | | | | |
91 | Remember me, the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
92 | When I am weak, I'm strong | | | | | | | |
93 | There are they who have left their sweet home | | | | | | | |
94 | The journey is too great for thee | | | | | | | |
95 | Cast thy bread upon the waters Food for penury's sons and daughters | | | | | | | |
96 | Farewell, ye walls, though in your sacred square | | | | | | | |
97 | One Father, God, we own | | | | | | | |
98 | A wail from beyond the desert | | | | | | | |
99 | O God, to thine all seeing ken | | | | | | | |
100 | They passed away from sight and hand | | | | | | | |