# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
502 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
503 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
504 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
505 | Dear Saviour, we are thine | | | | | | | |
506 | O blessed feet of Jesus | | | | | | | |
507 | O Bread, to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
508 | True Bread of life, in pitying mercy, given | | | | | | | |
509 | Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs | | | | | | | |
510 | Blesséd Saviour, thee I love | | | | | | | |
511 | Jesus, Master, whom I serve | | | | | | | |
512 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
513 | Behold the sin-atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
514 | Behold the Man! how glorious he! | | | | | | | |
515 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
516 | While the prayers of saints ascend | | | | | | | |
517 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
518 | Jesus, Master, hear me now | | | | | | | |
519 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
520 | Jesus! thou Joy of loving hearts! | | | | | | | |
521 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
522 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
523 | Depth of mercy, can there be | | | | | | | |
524 | Prince of Peace, control my will | | | | | | | |
525 | Jesus, we are far away | | | | | | | |
526 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! | | | | | | | |
527 | Daughter of Zion! awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
528 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
529 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
530 | Thy name, almighty Lord! | | | | | | | |
531 | Christian, see, the orient morning | | | | | | | |
532 | The Church's one foundation | | | | | | | |
533 | Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim | | | | | | | |
534 | Ye servants of th' Almighty King | | | | | | | |
535 | O Jesus, let thy kingdom come | | | | | | | |
536 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
537 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
538 | How beauteous, on the mountains | | | | | | | |
539 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
540 | Hasten, Lord! the glorious time | | | | | | | |
541 | Sion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
542 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
543 | Saints of God! the dawn is brightening | | | | | | | |
544 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
545 | On the mountain top appearing | | | | | | | |
546 | Ascend Thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
547 | Sovereign of worlds! display Thy power | | | | | | | |
548 | Saviour, sprinkle many nations | | | | | | | |
549 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
550 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
551 | Arm of the Lord! awake, awake | | | | | | | |
552 | Disowned of heaven, by man oppressed | | | | | | | |
553 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
554 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |
555 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
556 | Now let the children of the saints | | | | | | | |
557 | Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
558 | There's a home for little children | | | | | | | |
559 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
560 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
561 | Lo! he cometh: countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
562 | Day of Judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
563 | Hark, the judgment-trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
564 | When thou. my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
565 | O thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
566 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
567 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
568 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
569 | Hark! the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
570 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
571 | Thy Father's house! thine own bright home! | | | | | | | |
572 | To God, the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
573 | Hark, hark my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
574 | "Thy will be done!" In devious way | | | | | | | |
575 | Far from my heavenly home | | | | | | | |
576 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
577 | Forever with the Lord | | | | | | | |
578 | For all the saints, who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
579 | Weary of earth and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
580 | Lord, when with dying lips my prayer is said | | | | | | | |
581 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
582 | Lo, I behold the scattering shades | | | | | | | |
583 | Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills | | | | | | | |
584 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
585 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
586 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
587 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
588 | "Till he come!"—oh! let the words | | | | | | | |
589 | High, in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
590 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
591 | And, is there, Lord! a rest | | | | | | | |
592 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
593 | And is it so? "A little while" | | | | | | | |
594 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
595 | From heaven the new Jerusalem comes | | | | | | | |
596 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
597 | The saints of God, from death set free | | | | | | | |
598 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
599 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
600 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |