# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | Servants of Christ, his truth who know | | | | | | | |
902 | Lord, cause thy face on us to shine | | | | | | | |
903 | What though the arm of conqu'ring death | | | | | | | |
904 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
905 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
906 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
907 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
908 | Once more we meet to pray | | | | | | | |
909 | Come, sacred Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
910 | Retire, vain world, awhile retire | | | | | | | |
911 | O Lord, and shall our fainting souls | | | | | | | |
912 | Come, weary souls, with sin distress'd | | | | | | | |
913 | From ev'ry earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
914 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
915 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
916 | Look up, ye saints, with sweet surprise | | | | | | | |
917 | Now I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | | | |
918 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
919 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
920 | Come in, thou blessed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
921 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
922 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
923 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
924 | Oft in danger, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
925 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
926 | Come, let us join our souls to God | | | | | | | |
927 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
928 | With humble faith and fervent zeal | | | | | | | |
929 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
930 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
931 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
932 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
933 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
934 | How pleasing is the voice | | | | | | | |
935 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
936 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
937 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
938 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
939 | Arise, my soul! with rapture rise! | | | | | | | |
940 | On thee each morning, O my God | | | | | | | |
941 | When, streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
942 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
943 | Lord, hear the voice of my complaint | | | | | | | |
944 | And now another day is past | | | | | | | |
945 | Great God! to thee my ev'ning song | | | | | | | |
946 | Another day is past | | | | | | | |
947 | The busy scenes of day are fled | | | | | | | |
948 | The day is gone,--the weary sun declining | | | | | | | |
949 | God of mercy, hear our pray'r | | | | | | | |
950 | How happy are the young who hear | | | | | | | |
951 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
952 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
953 | O in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
954 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
955 | O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise | | | | | | | |
956 | God of my life, to thee I call! | | | | | | | |
957 | Great Maker of unnumber'd worlds | | | | | | | |
958 | When, overwhelm'd with grief | | | | | | | |
959 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
960 | We come, O Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
961 | Maker of all things, mighty Lord! | | | | | | | |
962 | Our shatter'd bark, on boist'rous seas | | | | | | | |
963 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
964 | A safe stronghold our God is still | | | | | | | |
965 | O God! look down from heav'n, we pray | | | | | | | |
966 | O Lord, uphold us by thy word | | | | | | | |
967 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
968 | Say, should we search the globe around | | | | | | | |
969 | Almighty Sov'reign of the skies | | | | | | | |
970 | Hear us, O Lord, in time of need | | | | | | | |
971 | Lord, let thy goodness lead our land | | | | | | | |
972 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
973 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
974 | Father of all our mercies, thou | | | | | | | |
975 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
976 | Round the temp'rance standard rally | | | | | | | |
977 | We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul | | | | | | | |
978 | Go, Holy Book! thou word divine | | | | | | | |
979 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
980 | This world that we so highly prize | | | | | | | |
981 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
982 | Who knows how near my life's expended? | | | | | | | |
983 | Soon, in the grave my flesh shall rest | | | | | | | |
984 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
985 | Go to thy rest, my child | | | | | | | |
986 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
987 | Thou art gone to the grave'' but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
988 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
989 | Shall man, O God of light and life | | | | | | | |
990 | Judgment comes!--that day of mourning | | | | | | | |
991 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
992 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
993 | O let our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
994 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
995 | There is an hour of hallow'd peace | | | | | | | |
996 | The ransom'd spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
997 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
998 | There is a pure and peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
999 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
1000 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |