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1 | Our God! our God! Thou shinest here | | | | | | | |
2 | O sometimes gleams upon our sight | | | | | | | |
3 | The day of the Lord is at hand, at hand | | | | | | | |
5 | Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord | | | | | | | |
6 | We see not, know not; all our way | | | | | | | |
8 | "Carry me across!" | | | | | | | |
10 | Thou, long disowned, reviled, opprest | | | | | | | |
11 | Kingdoms and thrones to God belong | | | | | | | |
12 | The foe behind, the deep before | | | | | | | |
13 | Thus saith God of His anointed | | | | | | | |
14 | Father, I call on thee | | | | | | | |
16 | A safe stronghold our God is still | | | | | | | |
17 | O fair-haired Northern hero | | | | | | | |
18 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
19 | O holy Father, just and true | | | | | | | |
20 | A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill | | | | | | | |
21 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | | | |
22 | Out of the dark the circling sphere | | | | | | | |
23 | Men of thought! be up and stirring | | | | | | | |
25 | O Israel, to thy tents repair | | | | | | | |
26 | Prisoners of hope! be strong, be bold | | | | | | | |
27 | A soldier's course, from battles won | | | | | | | |
28 | Our God, our Father, with us stay | | | | | | | |
29 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
31 | In the beginning was the Word | | | | | | | |
32 | O for the coming of the end | | | | | | | |
33a | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
33b | Strong-souled Reformer, whose far-seeing faith | | | | | | | |
35 | From lips divine, like healing balm | | | | | | | |
36 | Is this the way, my Father? 'Tis, my child | | | | | | | |
37 | Arise! this day shall shine | | | | | | | |
38 | One year ago,--a ringing voice | | | | | | | |
40 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
42 | Peace! be still! In this night of sorrow bow | | | | | | | |
43 | Yes, thou mayest weep, for Jesus shed | | | | | | | |
45 | My God, whose gracious pity I may claim | | | | | | | |
46 | How shalt thou bear the cross that now | | | | | | | |
48 | What are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
49 | Sickness is a school severe | | | | | | | |
51 | Flow on, thou Fountain of my joy | | | | | | | |
53 | God doth not leave his own! | | | | | | | |
54 | We will not weep; for God is standing by us | | | | | | | |
55 | Ah! why should bitter tears be shed | | | | | | | |
56 | There is a land where beauty cannot fade | | | | | | | |
57 | Come! said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
58 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
59 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
61 | Humbly while my soul doth prove | | | | | | | |
63 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
64 | Father, when o'er our trembling hearts | | | | | | | |
66 | O thou who didst deny to me | | | | | | | |
67 | Who, that a watcher doth remain | | | | | | | |
69 | The seed must die before the corn appears | | | | | | | |
70 | Therefore, O friend! I would not, if I might | | | | | | | |
71 | Through night to light!--And though to mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
73 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
74 | My God, my Father! while I stray | | | | | | | |
75 | Judge not; the workings of his brain | | | | | | | |
76 | Without haste! without rest! | | | | | | | |
78 | Not on a prayerless bed, not on a prayerless bed | | | | | | | |
80 | Be not afraid to pray,--to pray is right | | | | | | | |
81 | The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed | | | | | | | |
82 | Lord, teach us how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
83 | If any be distressed, and fain would gather | | | | | | | |
85 | Come, let us pray; 'tis sweet to feel | | | | | | | |
86 | My God! is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
87 | O Lord, turn not Thy face away | | | | | | | |
88 | O help us Lord! each hour of need | | | | | | | |
89 | My God! in life’s most doubtful hour | | | | | | | |
90 | While Thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
91 | This gracious promise, Lord, fulfil | | | | | | | |
93a | Bowed 'neath the load of human ill | | | | | | | |
93b | That mystic word of Thine, O sovereign Lord | | | | | | | |
95 | In the hour of my distress | | | | | | | |
97 | From my lips in their defilement | | | | | | | |
99 | Jesus, cast a look on me | | | | | | | |
100 | Gracious Spirit, dwell with me | | | | | | | |
101 | I beg of you, I beg of you, my brothers | | | | | | | |
103 | One prayer I have,--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
104 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
105 | Begin the day with God! | | | | | | | |
107 | I and my house are ready, Lord | | | | | | | |
109 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
110 | O timely happy, timely wise | | | | | | | |
112 | Dear God, that watch doth keep | | | | | | | |
113 | The purple morning gilds the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
115 | The weary day at length is past | | | | | | | |
116 | O shadow in a sultry land! | | | | | | | |
117 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
118 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
120 | Sweet Saviour! bless us ere we go | | | | | | | |
122a | The day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep | | | | | | | |
122b | Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
123 | Lord, a happy child of Thine | | | | | | | |
124 | What ails my heart, that in my breast | | | | | | | |
126 | Awake, my soul, awake to prayer | | | | | | | |
129 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
130 | In the still silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
131 | Star of morn and even | | | | | | | |
132 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |