# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d3 | Can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d5 | Dear Lord and Father [Master] of mankind [us all], Forgive our foolish ways | | | | | | | |
d6 | Father, we thank thee [you] for the night | | | | | | | |
d7 | Forward through the ages | | | | | | | |
d8 | God is in his holy temple, all the earth keep silence here | | | | | | | |
d9 | God make [made] my life a little light within the world | | | | | | | |
d10 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d11 | Holy Spirit, truth divine, Dawn upon this soul of mine | | | | | | | |
d12 | I heard the bells on Christmas day | | | | | | | |
d13 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
d14 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d15 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d16 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d17 | Mysterious presence, source of all | | | | | | | |
d18 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d19 | Not alone for mighty empire Stretching far o'er land and sea | | | | | | | |
d20 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d21 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d22 | O love, O Life, our faith and sight | | | | | | | |
d23 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d24 | O Master, let me walk with thee [you] | | | | | | | |
d25 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
d26 | O Thou, not made with hands | | | | | | | |
d27 | On our way rejoicing, As we homeward move | | | | | | | |
d28 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d29 | Praise to God and thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
d30 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d31 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d32 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d33 | There's a bird that is flying far over my head | | | | | | | |
d34 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d35 | Unto the calmly gathered thought | | | | | | | |
d36 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d37 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d38 | When thy heart [with joy] o'erflowing Sings a thankful prayer | | | | | | | |
d39 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]