# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
1 | O Lord of seasons! unto thee | MISSIONARY CHANT | | | | |  | |
2 | Once more the liberal year laughs out | MISSIONARY CHANT | | | | |  | |
3 | What purpose burns within our hearts | FEDERAL STREET | | | | |  | |
4 | The waves unbuild the wasting shore | FEDERAL STREET | | | | |  | |
5 | Who is he fit to teach and guide | FEDERAL STREET | | | | |  | |
6 | In darker days and nights of storm | FEDERAL STREET | | | | |  | |
7 | Our God is good: in earth and sky | FEDERAL STREET | | | | |  | |
8 | O God, whose presence glows in all | DUKE STREET | | | | |  | |
9 | Great God, in vain man's narrow view | DUKE STREET | | | | |  | |
10 | Where ancient forests widely spread | DUKE STREET | | | | |  | |
11 | Mysterious Presence, Source of all | DUKE STREET | | | | |  | |
12 | O God, I thank thee for each sight | DUKE STREET | | | | |  | |
13 | My God, permit me not to be | DUKE STREET | | | | |  | |
14 | Lo, God is here! let us adore | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
15 | When, as returns this solemn day | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
16 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
17 | May I resolve with all my heart | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
18 | What secret place, what distant star | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
19 | My gracious God, I own thy right | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
20 | Assist us, Lord, to act, to be | HEBRON | | | | |  | |
21 | I ask not wealth, but power to take | HAMBURG | | | | |  | |
22 | The past is dark with sin and shame | HAMBURG | | | | |  | |
23 | How happy is he, born or taught | HAMBURG | | | | |  | |
24 | 'Tis winter now; the fallen snow | HAMBURG | | | | |  | |
25 | Lord, who ordainest for mankind | HAMBURG | | | | |  | |
26 | Again, as evening's shadow falls | HAMBURG | | | | |  | |
27 | O life that maketh all things new | ALL SAINTS | | | | |  | |
28 | O Source divine and Life of all | ALL SAINTS | | | | |  | |
29 | He liveth long who liveth well | ALL SAINTS | | | | |  | |
30 | The very blossoms of our life | ALL SAINTS | | | | |  | |
31 | When up to nightly skies we gaze | ALL SAINTS | | | | |  | |
32 | Ah! why should bitter tears be shed | WARD | | | | |  | |
33 | Oh, sometimes comes to soul and sense | WARD | | | | |  | |
34 | Abide not in the realm of dreams | WARD | | | | |  | |
35 | What is that goal of human hope | WARD | | | | |  | |
36 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | WARD | | | | |  | |
37 | God giveth quietness at last! | WARD | | | | |  | |
38 | Deem not that they are blest alone | ERNAN | | | | |  | |
39 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | ERNAN | | | | |  | |
40 | Now is the seed-time; God alone | ERNAN | | | | |  | |
41 | How blessed the righteous when he dies! | ERNAN | | | | |  | |
42 | They call the world a dreary place | ERNAN | | | | |  | |
43 | Now, as the parting hour is nigh | OLD HUNDRED | | | | |  | |
44 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | OLD HUNDRED | | | | |  | |
45 | From all that dwell below the skies | OLD HUNDRED | | | | |  | |
46 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | OLD HUNDRED | | | | |  | |
47 | Make channels for the streams of love | CHRISTMAS | | | | |  | |
48 | Workman of God, oh, lose not heart | CHRISTMAS | | | | |  | |
49 | Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve | CHRISTMAS | | | | |  | |
50 | Ope, ope, my soul! Around thee press | HUMMEL | | | | |  | |
51 | All men are equal in their birth | HUMMEL | | | | |  | |
52 | O Thou whose own vast temple stands | HUMMEL | | | | |  | |
53 | God's trumpet wakes the slumbering world | HUMMEL | | | | |  | |
54 | Be true to every inmost thought | HUMMEL | | | | |  | |
55 | Thou long-disowned, reviled, oppressed | ARLINGTON | | | | |  | |
56 | O Thou in all thy might so far | ARLINGTON | | | | |  | |
57 | O name all other names above | ARLINGTON | | | | |  | |
58 | We pray no more, made lowly wise | ARLINGTON | | | | |  | |
59 | We love the venerable house | ARLINGTON | | | | |  | |
60 | Oh, blest is he to whom is given | BALERMA | | | | |  | |
61 | Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways | BALERMA | | | | |  | |
62 | Speak gently,—it is better far | BALERMA | | | | |  | |
63 | Father of all! in every age | BALERMA | | | | |  | |
64 | There is a book who runs may read | BALERMA | | | | |  | |
65 | From heart to heart, from creed to creed | BRATTLE STREET | | | | |  | |
66 | I hear it often in the dark | BRATTLE STREET | | | | |  | |
67 | O love divine of all that is | BRATTLE STREET | | | | |  | |
68 | A lowering sky with heavy clouds | BRATTLE STREET | | | | |  | |
69 | How glad the tone when summer's sun | BRATTLE STREET | | | | |  | |
70 | The offerings to thy throne which rise | DEDHAM | | | | |  | |
71 | City of God, how broad and far | DEDHAM | | | | |  | |
72 | When warmer suns and bluer skies | DEDHAM | | | | |  | |
73 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | DEDHAM | | | | |  | |
74 | I worship thee, sweet Will of God | DEDHAM | | | | |  | |
75 | I breathe the fiery furnace breath | DEDHAM | | | | |  | |
76 | One holy Church of God appears | DUNDEE | | | | |  | |
77 | All as God wills! who wisely heeds | DUNDEE | | | | |  | |
78 | Immortal by their deed and word | DUNDEE | | | | |  | |
79 | Oh, not in far-off realms of space | DUNDEE | | | | |  | |
80 | Father, we would not dare to change | DUNDEE | | | | |  | |
81 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot | AULD LANG SYNE | | | | |  | |
82 | It singeth low in every heart | AULD LANG SYNE | | | | |  | |
83 | The summer days are come again | AULD LANG SYNE | | | | |  | |
84 | The cattle on a thousand hills | AULD LANG SYNE | | | | |  | |
85 | We'll sing our loving trust in God | AULD LANG SYNE | | | | |  | |
86 | The harp at Nature's advent strung | PETERBOROUGH | | | | |  | |
87 | Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou | PETERBOROUGH | | | | |  | |
88 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | PETERBOROUGH | | | | |  | |
89 | Our Father, through the coming year | PETERBOROUGH | | | | |  | |
90 | Think gently of the erring one | PETERBOROUGH | | | | |  | |
91 | Our Father, God! thy gracious power | PETERBOROUGH | | | | |  | |
92 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | NAOMI | | | | |  | |
93 | The loving Friend to all who bowed | NAOMI | | | | |  | |
94 | Another hand is beckoning us | NAOMI | | | | |  | |
95 | Behold the western evening light! | NAOMI | | | | |  | |
96 | From lips divine, like healing balm | NAOMI | | | | |  | |
97 | Father, by whatsoever light | NAOMI | | | | |  | |
98 | Another year of setting suns | ST. MARTIN'S | | | | |  | |
99 | O God, the darkness roll away | ST. MARTIN'S | | | | |  | |
100 | The softened mould is brown and warm | MARLOW | | | | |  | |