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101 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
102 | Ere falls the stealing step of dawn | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
104 | The calm retreat, the silent shade | | | | | | | |
105 | Father of mercies, when the day is dawning | | | | | | | |
106 | Sweet is the last, the parting ray | | | | | | | |
107 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
108 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
109 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
110 | We love thy holy temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
111 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
112 | There is a place of waveless rest | | | | | | | |
113 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
114 | The skylark, when the dews of morn | | | | | | | |
115 | To all our loved circle a greeting | | | | | | | |
116 | Tell me, wanderer, wildly roving | | | | | | | |
117 | The gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn | | | | | | | |
118 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
119 | When the orb of morn enlightens | | | | | | | |
120 | Lauded be thy name forever | | | | | | | |
121 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
122 | Once more to thee, O God of love and power | | | | | | | |
123 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
124 | When morning's first and hallowed ray | | | | | | | |
125 | Shall school acquantance be forgot | | | | | | | |
126 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
127 | Those evening bells, those evening bells | | | | | | | |
128 | Hark, the vesper hymn is stealing | | | | | | | |
129 | My soul were dark | | | | | | | |
130 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
131 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
132 | All hail the great Emmanuel's name | | | | | | | |
133 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
134 | What secret hand, at morning light | | | | | | | |
135 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
136 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
137 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
138 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
139 | God of the morning, at thy voice | | | | | | | |
140 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
141 | Clime beneath whose genial sun | | | | | | | |
142 | Oh, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
143 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
144 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
145 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
146 | Shepherd of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
147 | To thee, O God, in grateful praise | | | | | | | |
148 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
149 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
150 | Reflected on the lake, I love | | | | | | | |
151 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
152 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |