# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
299 | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
300 | O brother, who for us didst meekly wear | | | | | | | |
301 | Father, I will not ask for wealth or fame | | | | | | | |
302 | Through crooked paths thou hast conducted me | | | | | | | |
303 | For all the trials of my earlier day | | | | | | | |
304 | Yes, Holy One, thou the good Shepherd art | | | | | | | |
305 | While thus thy throne of grace we seek | | | | | | | |
306 | Lo the day of rest declineth | | | | | | | |
307 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
308 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
309 | Ho ye that rest beneath the rock | | | | | | | |
310 | Above the storm and thunder jars | | | | | | | |
311 | A holy air is breathing round a fragrance | | | | | | | |
312 | So soft, so white, so cold | | | | | | | |
313 | Come, let us away, Far, far to the day | | | | | | | |
314 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
315 | Their brows should wear a holy light | | | | | | | |
316 | O deem not that earth's crowning bliss | | | | | | | |
317 | We ask not that our path be always bright | | | | | | | |
318 | Father, beneath thy sheltering wing | | | | | | | |
319 | Fades from the west the farewell light | | | | | | | |
320 | Abide not in the realm of dreams | | | | | | | |
321 | Father, thy servant waits to do thy will | | | | | | | |
322 | Thou art our master, Thou of God the Son | | | | | | | |
323 | Thou art my morning, God of light | | | | | | | |
324 | Thou art, O God, my east, In thee I dawned | | | | | | | |
325 | Savior when thy bread we break | | | | | | | |
326 | Down toward the twilight drifting | | | | | | | |
327 | O thou who changest not though centuries roll | | | | | | | |
328 | With sandals gemmed iwth morning dew | | | | | | | |
329 | Through Baca's vale my way is cast | | | | | | | |
330 | The waves of light are drifting from | | | | | | | |
331 | Mute in the studio the artist stands | | | | | | | |
332 | My Father, take my hand, for I am prone | | | | | | | |
333 | All seeing One, whose presence fills | | | | | | | |
334 | To thee, great Spirit, by whose will | | | | | | | |
335 | Of old, on priest and prophet came | | | | | | | |
336 | Father, I wait thy word, The sun doth stand | | | | | | | |
337 | Father, thy wonders do not singly stand | | | | | | | |
338 | Father, there is no change to live with thee | | | | | | | |
339 | Wilt Thou not visit me | | | | | | | |
340 | I gazed upon thy face, and beating life | | | | | | | |
341 | 'Tis a new life, thoughts move not as they did | | | | | | | |
342 | I sit within my room, and joy to find | | | | | | | |
343 | I saw on earth another light | | | | | | | |
344 | The bud will soon become a flower | | | | | | | |
345 | The minutes have their trusts as they go by | | | | | | | |
346 | 'Tis not the copious rains alone | | | | | | | |
347 | Pray mother for thy prayer may keep | | | | | | | |
348 | Strew all their graves with flowers | | | | | | | |
349 | When from their sight the Savior went | | | | | | | |
350 | I hear again my childhood's songs | | | | | | | |
351 | How come the dead we anxious ask | | | | | | | |
352 | Come suddenly, O Lord | | | | | | | |
353 | Behold but motes of animated dust | | | | | | | |
354 | Old mountains! dim and gray ye rise | | | | | | | |
355 | Through haughty realms that low and wasted lie | | | | | | | |
356 | O Isr'l, at the trumpet turn | | | | | | | |
357 | God of the morning and the night | | | | | | | |
358 | Hosanna unto David's Son | | | | | | | |
359 | Entranced among the rocks and trees | | | | | | | |
360 | The poor ye always have with you | | | | | | | |
361 | Golden gleams of noonday fell | | | | | | | |
362 | Spirits of the mighty dead | | | | | | | |
363 | Rejoice, O weary soul | | | | | | | |
364 | Once more on balmy wings | | | | | | | |
365 | Great God, within these temple gates | | | | | | | |
366 | O God, in thy autumnal skies | | | | | | | |
367 | The break of morn and May | | | | | | | |
368 | O friend, endeared to heart and mind | | | | | | | |
369 | Great Lord of all, our Father, God | | | | | | | |
370 | Earth rolls round from day to night | | | | | | | |
371 | Life is a sea, like ships we meet | | | | | | | |
372 | A voice from the sea to the mountains | | | | | | | |
373 | At thy call, O voice divine | | | | | | | |
374 | Father of the world and soul | | | | | | | |
375 | Father, beneath thy chastening stroke | | | | | | | |
376 | Lamb of God's fold, 'tis well with thee | | | | | | | |
377 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
378 | I say to every man I meet | | | | | | | |
379 | I know not whither I go | | | | | | | |
380 | Humanity is found kneeling in every zone | | | | | | | |
381 | Brook said to stream: Ah me! swallowed so suddenly | | | | | | | |
382 | Devoutly read, and then all books will edify thee | | | | | | | |
383 | Sleep on, sleep on, beneath the sod | | | | | | | |
384 | The snow has come o'er field and hill | | | | | | | |
385 | There cometh o'er the spirit | | | | | | | |
386 | A shadow steals across the sun | | | | | | | |
387 | Not by vast piles of sculptured stone | | | | | | | |
388 | Have faith in man, thy brother | | | | | | | |
389 | O trust not, youth, to the visions fair | | | | | | | |
390 | There's a light gone out of the sunshine | | | | | | | |
391 | How glad the tone when summer's sun | | | | | | | |
392 | From Zion's holy hill there rose | | | | | | | |
393 | 'Tis sweet, when life's last work is done | | | | | | | |
394 | As from these hallowed scenes we go | | | | | | | |
395 | O maiden, at the dawn of day | | | | | | | |
396 | The flower that opened to the light | | | | | | | |
397 | The year, as now it dies away | | | | | | | |
398 | The mountains wide and valleys far | | | | | | | |