# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou | | | | | | | |
602 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
603 | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
604 | God's trumpet wakes the slumbering world | | | | | | | |
605 | O pure Reformers! not in vain | | | | | | | |
606 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
607 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
608 | Soldiers of God, arise | | | | | | | |
609 | Lead on, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
610 | Grant thou thy servants, Lord | | | | | | | |
611 | The Christian warrior,--see him stand | | | | | | | |
612 | O Life that maketh all things new | | | | | | | |
613 | Press on, press on! ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
614 | Go forth to life, O child of earth! | | | | | | | |
615 | My soul before thee prostratelies | | | | | | | |
616 | O thou, at whose rebuke the grave | | | | | | | |
617 | All around us, fair with flowers | | | | | | | |
618 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
619 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
620 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
621 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
622 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
623 | Word, whose creative thrill | | | | | | | |
624 | I look to thee in every need | | | | | | | |
625 | Oh, be not faithless! with the morn | | | | | | | |
626 | Lord of my life, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
627 | To all thy faithful people, Lord | | | | | | | |
628 | He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
629 | Great Author of the world, I bow | | | | | | | |
630 | My heart is resting, O my God! | | | | | | | |
631 | Shepherd of Israel, hear my prayer | | | | | | | |
632 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
633 | My spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
634 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
635 | Go up, go up, my heart | | | | | | | |
636 | My God, thy suppliant hear | | | | | | | |
637 | Thy kingdom come, O God! | | | | | | | |
638 | Our Father, God! thy gracious power | | | | | | | |
639 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven | | | | | | | |
640 | My God, in life's most doubtful hour | | | | | | | |
641 | Lord, I believe; thy power I own | | | | | | | |
642 | When grief and anguish press me down | | | | | | | |
643 | Return, my soul, unto thy rest | | | | | | | |
644 | Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design | | | | | | | |
645 | If life in sorrow must be spent | | | | | | | |
646 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
647 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
648 | The dove, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
649 | Thou, long disowned, reviled, oppressed | | | | | | | |
650 | In one fraternal bond of love | | | | | | | |
651 | I can not call affliction sweet | | | | | | | |
652 | Oh for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
653 | Out of the depths I cry to thee | | | | | | | |
654 | My soul shall praise thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
655 | To thee, my God, my days are known | | | | | | | |
656 | In thee my powers, my treasures, live | | | | | | | |
657 | Beneath thine hammer, Lord, I lie | | | | | | | |
658 | Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross | | | | | | | |
659 | My Father, as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
660 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
661 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
662 | There is a blessed home | | | | | | | |
663 | Thy way is on the deep, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
664 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
665 | Oh, mean may seem this house of clay | | | | | | | |
666 | 'Tis not this fleshly robe alone | | | | | | | |
667 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
668 | God, who is just and kind | | | | | | | |
669 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
670 | How dark, how desolate | | | | | | | |
671 | Oh, lead me to the rock | | | | | | | |
672 | Through all the various shifting scene | | | | | | | |
673 | Thou, Lord, thro' every changing scene | | | | | | | |
674 | Father, beneath thy sheltering wing | | | | | | | |
675 | Ah! why should bitter tears be shed | | | | | | | |
676 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
677 | Jerusalem, the golden! | | | | | | | |
678 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
679 | In time of tribulation | | | | | | | |
680 | Around my path life's mysteries | | | | | | | |
681 | How gentle God’s commands! | | | | | | | |
682 | My spirit, on thy care | | | | | | | |
683 | Thou seest our weakness, Lord | | | | | | | |
684 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
685 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
686 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
687 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
688 | Now is the seed-time; God alone | | | | | | | |
689 | Silent, like men in solemn haste | | | | | | | |
690 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
691 | Dear Lord and Father of mankind | | | | | | | |
692 | O'er Kedron's stream and Salem's height | | | | | | | |
693 | How pleasant are thy paths, O Death! | | | | | | | |
694 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
695 | The saints on earth, and those above | | | | | | | |
696 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
697 | So heaven is gathering, one by one | | | | | | | |
698 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
699 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade! | | | | | | | |
700 | For ever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |