# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a80 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
a81 | Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim | | | | | | | |
a82 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
a83 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
a84 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
a85 | Come, gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
a86 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
a87 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
a88 | Command thy blessing from above | | | | | | | |
a89 | The Lord will come; the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
a90 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
a91 | While in the world we still remain | | | | | | | |
a92 | How long, O Lord, shall I complain | | | | | | | |
a93 | Jesus thou everlasting King | | | | | | | |
a94 | O praise the Lord in that blest place | | | | | | | |
a95 | Blest is the man, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
a96 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
a97 | Blest Saviour, we thy will obey | | | | | | | |
a98 | Happy the man, whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
a99 | Spare us, O Lord, aloud we cry | | | | | | | |
a100 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
a101 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
a102 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
a103 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
a104 | O shameful cross! on thee was hung | | | | | | | |
a105 | The Lord is King! lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
a106 | Th' Almighty reigns, exalted high | | | | | | | |
a107 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
a108 | See mercy, mercy from on high | | | | | | | |
a109 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
a110 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
a111 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
a112 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
a113 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
a114 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
a115 | Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
a116 | Who shall approach thy holy place | | | | | | | |
a117 | There is a God--all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
a118 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
a119 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love | | | | | | | |
a120 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
a121 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
a122 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
a123 | Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name | | | | | | | |
a124 | The righteous Lord, supremely great | | | | | | | |
a125 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
a126 | Bless'd who with gen'rous pity glows | | | | | | | |
a127 | Ho! everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
a128 | He lives-- the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
a129 | Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine! | | | | | | | |
a130 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
a131 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | CONFIDENCE | | | | | | |
a132 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
a133 | Those evening bells--those evening bells | | | | | | | |
a134 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
a135 | Soon will the sleeping martyrs rise | | | | | | | |
a136 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
a137 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! | | | | | | | |
a138 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
a139 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
a140 | May we, throughout this day of thine | | | | | | | |
a141 | No longer far from rest I roam | | | | | | | |
a142 | My God, my Father--blissful name | | | | | | | |
a143 | Hope of our hearts! O Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
a144 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
a145 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
a146 | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
a147 | Repent! the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
a148 | Another weary day is past | | | | | | | |
a149 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
a150 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
a151 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
a152 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
a153 | Shepherds, rejoice; lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
a154 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
a154.5 | Awake--awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
a155 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
a156 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
a157 | Soon all shall hail our Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
a158 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
a159 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
a160 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
a161 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
a162 | Time hastens on; ye longing saints | | | | | | | |
a163 | Lord, thro' the devious paths of life | | | | | | | |
a164 | Thou boundless Source of every good | | | | | | | |
a165 | The Lord our Saviour will appear | | | | | | | |
a166 | O Thou! whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
a167 | Ye servants of the living God | | | | | | | |
a168 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
a169 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
a170 | Lo! I behold the scattering shades | | | | | | | |
a171 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
a172 | Thine oath and promise, mighty God | | | | | | | |
a173 | Let us rejoice in Christ the Lord | | | | | | | |
a174 | Before thy mercy seat, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
a175 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
a176 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
a177 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
a178 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |