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399 | O Lord of life, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
400 | Great Source of good, our God and Friend | | | | | | | |
401 | Theories, which thousands cherish | | | | | | | |
402 | God of the soul, help us to revere | | | | | | | |
403 | In ages past, majestic prophets came | | | | | | | |
404 | Look around thee say how long | | | | | | | |
405 | Glorious that faith which prompts to deeds | | | | | | | |
406 | In each breeze that wanders free | | | | | | | |
407 | In darkest hours I hear a voice | | | | | | | |
408 | O God of light and love | | | | | | | |
409 | Lord of all, we bow before thee | | | | | | | |
410 | Great God in heaven above We offer up in love | | | | | | | |
411 | One bright flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
412 | When Israel's host, in days of old | | | | | | | |
413 | Begirt with wood crowned hills | | | | | | | |
414 | Thou who didst aid our sires to raise | | | | | | | |
415 | The soul does its own life to nature give | | | | | | | |
416 | Not all the beauties of this joyous earth | | | | | | | |
417 | I stand between the future and the past | | | | | | | |
418 | The veil has dropped her spirit now | | | | | | | |
419 | Genius for us has wrought | | | | | | | |
420 | In life's horizon rose a star | | | | | | | |
421 | Work of a hand whose graver cut | | | | | | | |
422 | O fair haired northern hero | | | | | | | |
423 | No Sabbath hush, has led | | | | | | | |
424 | O thou whose spirit Moses did inspire | | | | | | | |
425 | The whispering sea the thundering surf | | | | | | | |
426 | Build not on tomorrow | | | | | | | |
427 | In this green lane we often walked | | | | | | | |
428 | Eternal Father, at whose word | | | | | | | |
429 | O holy is the golden light | | | | | | | |
430 | At dead of night a south-west breeze | | | | | | | |
431 | O God, mine eyes and ears unseal | | | | | | | |
432 | O God, my agony is great | | | | | | | |
433 | O thou whose boundless power and love | | | | | | | |
434 | A wondrous star our pioneer | | | | | | | |
435 | Beneath thy trees today we meet | | | | | | | |
436 | A memory of vanished dreams | | | | | | | |
437 | Blest spirit of my life, O, stay | | | | | | | |
438 | 'Tis the youth in all my motion | | | | | | | |
439 | Happy the man, who, sauntering on his way | | | | | | | |
440 | Forms beloved, whose memory haunts me | | | | | | | |
441 | My God, my Father, and my Friend | | | | | | | |
442 | A voice by Jordan's shore | | | | | | | |
443 | Beneath the shadow of the cross | | | | | | | |
444 | Go forth to life, O child of earth | | | | | | | |
445 | I look to thee in every need | | | | | | | |
446 | O God, thy children gathered here | | | | | | | |
447 | Holy Spirit, truth divine, Dawn upon this soul of mine | | | | | | | |
448 | Love for all and can it be | | | | | | | |
449 | One holy church of God appears | | | | | | | |
450 | Peace, peace on earth, the heart of man forever | | | | | | | |
451 | O still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
452 | Tis winter now, the fallen snow | | | | | | | |
453 | Now on land and sea descending | | | | | | | |
454 | Again, as evening's shadow falls | | | | | | | |
455 | Hither, bright angels, wing your flight | | | | | | | |
456 | He was not what the world counts rich | | | | | | | |
457 | Two pilgrims to the Holy Land | | | | | | | |
458 | Forget not the dead, who have loved | | | | | | | |
459 | Go forth, the sky is blue above | | | | | | | |
460 | Go, with a manly heart | | | | | | | |
461 | Underneath the sod low lying | | | | | | | |
462 | This cottage door, this gentle gale | | | | | | | |
463 | O happiest he, whose riper years retain | | | | | | | |
464 | Come up, the moon is rising fast | | | | | | | |
465 | There are, thank heaven, beneath this fitful dome | | | | | | | |
466 | Thou who hast called our being here | | | | | | | |
467 | Ye sacred walls, blest freedom's shrine | | | | | | | |
468 | Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling | | | | | | | |
469 | God of the earnest heart | | | | | | | |
470 | Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move | | | | | | | |
471 | Onward, onward, though the region | | | | | | | |
472 | Thou, whose glad summer yields | | | | | | | |
473 | To light, that shines in stars and souls | | | | | | | |
474 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
475 | Life of ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free | | | | | | | |
476 | City of God, how broad and far | | | | | | | |
477 | Strong souled Reformer, whose far seeing faith | | | | | | | |
478 | The will divine that woke a waiting time | | | | | | | |
479 | The Sabbath bells ring out upon the air | | | | | | | |
480 | Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand | | | | | | | |
481 | I have done at length with dreaming | | | | | | | |
482 | Not yet along the purpling sky | | | | | | | |
483 | O my tried soul, be patient | | | | | | | |
484 | I pray, with meek hands on my breast | | | | | | | |
485 | No night, no night, O blessed dawn | | | | | | | |
486 | I dare not echo those who say | | | | | | | |
487 | The morning breaks upon my eyes | | | | | | | |
488 | At cool of day, with God I walk | | | | | | | |
489 | O holy mother had no angel's voice | | | | | | | |
490 | Thou wert beside us on our daily way | | | | | | | |
492 | Hunger no more, O starving ones of earth | | | | | | | |
493 | There is a cable stretched from earth to heaven | | | | | | | |
494 | My God once mixed a harsh cup | | | | | | | |
495 | The worlds that shine above us nightly | | | | | | | |
496 | A sleepless night; the rain pours fast | | | | | | | |
497 | O Father, kindly deign to hear | | | | | | | |
498 | Jesus has lived, and we would bring | | | | | | | |
499 | Within the shadow of his cross we stand | | | | | | | |