# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | In thy name, O Lord, assembling | | | | | | | |
202 | I saw one hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
203 | Lo, he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
204 | No; not despairingly | | | | | | | |
205 | O God, my inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
206 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
207 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |
208 | Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him | | | | | | | |
209 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
210 | Praise to thee, thou great Creator | | | | | | | |
211 | Rejoice! the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
212 | Saviour! teach me, day by day | | | | | | | |
213 | Sing ye Jehovah's praises | | | | | | | |
214 | Son of God, to thee we cry | | | | | | | |
215 | The day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
216 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
217 | The hours of school are over | | | | | | | |
218 | The Lord our God is full of might | | | | | | | |
219 | Throned upon the awful tree | | | | | | | |
220 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
221 | Work for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
222 | Hail! Columbia, happy land! | | | | | | | |
223 | Gone the buds of spring-time | | | | | | | |
224 | Hail to the merry, merry spring-time! | | | | | | | |
225 | Let others praise the ruby bright | | | | | | | |
226 | Let the hills and vales resound, every heart with rapture bound | | | | | | | |
227 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
228 | O Columbia! the gem of the ocean | | | | | | | |
229 | Oh say, can you see, by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
230 | Raise again the bold refrain that tells of mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
231 | Stand like an anvil, when the stroke | | | | | | | |
232 | Through lanes with hedge-rows pearly go forth the reapers early | | | | | | | |