For a season called to part,

HYMN.
307

Farewell, dear friends, we soon must part,

Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,

315

316

Go to thy brother, now feeble and low,

116

Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Hark! the glad sound, the Savior comes,

34

35

How beauteous were the marks divine,
How happy is he born or taught,

49

84

Hark, hark, the sweet music that sounds,

185

HYMN.

Hear ye not the voice of anguish,

209

How brightly they lie, on the ocean's deep surge,

211

How long shall Afric's sons,

214

How glad was the anthem the bright angels sung,

240

Ho, all ye that bloom in the morning of life,

303

pity the slave-mother, care-worn and weary,

202

HYMN.

Joy, joy to the world, for the sword shall be broken,

223

Join us, in one spirit join,

249

Lo, God is here! let us adore,
Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine,
Love divine, all love excelling,
Let every mortal ear attend,
Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield,
Lord, who's the happy man that may,
Lord, what offering shall we bring,
Let Pharisees of high esteem,
Let men of high conceit and zeal,
Lord, I believe a rest remains,
Lord, let the gospel tidings spread,
Lo, what a glorious sight appears,
Look not upon the sparkling wine,
Let Mammon hold, while Mammon can,

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26

53

76

85

90

94

111

134

160

161

181

195

Lord, give me a place with the humblest of saints,

301

One prayer I have all prayers in one,
O God, our strength, to thee the song,
O, could I come to thee, my God,
O, that the Lord would guide my ways,
O thou, who hast at thy command,
One there is above all others,
O, what amazing words of grace,
O thou, whose tender mercy hears,

O God of grace, we come to thee,

288

30

43

58

64

69

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HYMN.

· O, that the Lord would guide my ways,

120

Oh! shun the bowl, when rich delight,

178

O, treat the drunkard kindly,

184

Oppression shall not always reign,

194

O, deep was the anguish of the slave-mother's heart,

205

O, weep, ye friends of freedom, weep,

207

O Lord, whose forming hand one blood,
Onward, though the world's impeding,

216

254

O, may the day, the blissful day,

261

O, thou blest Comforter! pure Spirit, hear,

262

O, list to His words, they are treasures of love,

264

Once more, O Lord, let grateful praise,

308

Poor victims of war that by millions have perished,