# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
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 the narrow 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 | | | | | | | |
119 | When the orb of morn enlightens | | | | | | | |
120 | Sparkling and bright in its liquid light | | | | | | | |
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 | But for the golden light and rainbow hue | | | | | | | |
130 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
131 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
132 | Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
133 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]