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1 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
2 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
3 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
4 | At Thy feet, O Christ, we lay | | | | | | | |
5 | This is the day of Light | | | | | | | |
6 | Bring, O Morn, thy music! Bring, O Night, thy silence | | | | | | | |
7 | Heavenly Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
8 | Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go | | | | | | | |
9 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
10 | The sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
11 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
12 | Now the day is over | | | | | | | |
13 | Our day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
14 | Abide with me! fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
15 | The twilight falls, the night is near | | | | | | | |
16 | The sun declines; o'er land and sea | | | | | | | |
17 | Now on land and sea descending | | | | | | | |
18 | Again, as evening's shadow falls | | | | | | | |
19 | As darker, darker, fall around | | | | | | | |
20 | God, that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
21 | O Lord, who by Thy presence hast made light | | | | | | | |
22 | At even, ere the sun was set | | | | | | | |
23 | 'Tis gone that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
24 | Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
25 | Saviour, again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
26 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
27 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
28 | Go not, my soul, in search of Him | | | | | | | |
29 | I Little see, I little know | | | | | | | |
30 | Unto Thee, abiding ever | | | | | | | |
31 | Slowly, by God's hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
32 | I to the hills will lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
33 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
34 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
35 | Oh, sometimes gleams upon our sight | | | | | | | |
36 | Out beyond the shining | | | | | | | |
37 | Where is thy God, my soul? | | | | | | | |
38 | I cannot find Thee. Still on restless pinion | | | | | | | |
39 | O Thou, in all Thy might so far | | | | | | | |
40 | O God, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
41 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
42 | We cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
43 | He leadeth me! Oh, blessed thought! | | | | | | | |
44 | O Love Divine, that stoop'st to share | | | | | | | |
45 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
46 | God is love: His mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
47 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
48 | Through the night of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
49 | Long ago the lilies faded | | | | | | | |
50 | Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace! | | | | | | | |
51 | When we cannot see our way | | | | | | | |
52 | I hear it often in the dark | | | | | | | |
53 | The Light along the ages | | | | | | | |
54 | One thought I have, my ample creed | | | | | | | |
55 | As drooping flowers pine for rain | | | | | | | |
56 | I know not what awaits me | | | | | | | |
57 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
58 | Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? | | | | | | | |
59 | Strong Son of God, immortal Love | | | | | | | |
60 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
61 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
62 | The Lord is come! On Syrian soil | | | | | | | |
63 | It fell upon a summer day | | | | | | | |
64 | Immortal Love, for ever full | | | | | | | |
65 | Master, it is good to be | | | | | | | |
66 | I long did roam afar from home | | | | | | | |
67 | Christ in His heavenly garden walks all day | | | | | | | |
68 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
69 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
70 | Birds have their quiet nest | | | | | | | |
71 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
72 | I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! | | | | | | | |
73 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
74 | One there is who loves thee, waiting still for thee | | | | | | | |
75 | Tenderly He leads us, all our days below | | | | | | | |
76 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
77 | Jesu, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
78 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
79 | She only touched the hem of His garment | | | | | | | |
80 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
81 | O mean may seem this house of clay | | | | | | | |
82 | Come unto Me, ye weary | | | | | | | |
83 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
84 | Behold Me standing at the door | | | | | | | |
85 | "Whosoever heareth!" shout, shout the sound! | | | | | | | |
86 | Jesus calls us—o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
87 | There were ninety-and-nine that safely lay | | | | | | | |
88 | Safe in the arms of Jesus | | | | | | | |
89 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
90 | Souls of men! why will ye scatter | | | | | | | |
91 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
92 | In Me ye may have peace | | | | | | | |
93 | Come ye yourselves apart, and rest awhile | | | | | | | |
94 | Knocking! knocking! who is there? | | | | | | | |
95 | Peace! perfect peace! in this dark world of sin? | | | | | | | |
96 | Holy Spirit, Truth Divine! | | | | | | | |
97 | Gracious Spirit, Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
98 | Spirit Divine, attend our prayers | | | | | | | |
99 | Come gracious spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
100 | Our blessed Redeemer, ere He breathed | | | | | | | |