See, another year is gone See, how he loved! exclaimed the Jews 544 636 525 See the leaves around us falling Servant of God, well done Shine forth, eternal Source of light Shine on our souls, eternal God 548 559 397 398 Should famine o'er the mourning field Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive 507 355 566 306 267 266 686 23 TEACH me, my God and King 142 615 168 254 480 281 693 668 . 125 24 656 · 416 . 192 . 604 69 274 457 497 296 450 The gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn The God of Israel is our Lord The God who reigns alone The heavenly spheres to thee, O God The Lord descended from above The Lord himself, the mighty Lord The Lord in Zion placed his name The Lord is in his holy place The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know The Lord is risen indeed. The Lord of glory is my light. The Lord our God is full of might The Lord will come, the earth shall quake. The morning flowers display their sweets The offerings to thy throne which rise The race that long in darkness pined The swift declining day The swift not always in the race The time draws near when every soul The uplifted eye and bended knee Thy name, Almighty Lord This is the day the Lord hath made Through sorrow's night and danger's path. Thy presence, everlasting God. 514 Thy wisdom, power, and goodness, Lord 170 Times without number have I prayed 372 'Tis by the faith of joys to come. 343 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand 495 To-morrow, Lord, is thine 440 To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks 599 To thee, my God, my days are known 430 To thee, O God, in heaven 691 To thee, our wants are known. 721 To thee, O God, we homage pay 226 . 462 Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns. 126 'T was by an order from the Lord WAIT on the Lord, ye heirs of hope. What of truth we have been hearing When darkness long has veiled my mind When floods of grief assault the mind € 197 . 521 426 602 625 399 173 . 564 174 .585 338 672 . 574 . 351 € 614 26 611 88 199 476 724 45 378 176 27 18 425 424 477 511 € 381 . 198 509 423 659 422 575 When the vale of death appears Wherefore should man, frail child of clay While now upon this Sabbath eve While shepherds watched their flocks by night While through this changing world we roam While with ceaseless course the sun. Who are these in bright array Who make the Lord of hosts their tower Why do we waste in trifling cares With glory clad, with strength arrayed 458 . 337 19 . 713 . 215 554 376 441 545 687 178 295 294 666 105 489 276 97 20 494 643 With mines of wealth are sinners poor |