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401 | Return, my soul, unto thy rest | | | | | | | |
402 | Times without number have I prayed | | | | | | | |
403 | Lord, we have wandered from thy way | | | | | | | |
404 | Lord, teach us how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
405 | How long shall dreams of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
406 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
407 | Our sins, alas! how strong they be! | | | | | | | |
408 | My soul before thee prostrate lies | | | | | | | |
409 | O richly, Father, have I been | | | | | | | |
410 | Lord, have mercy when we pray | | | | | | | |
411 | Through thee, O Lord, we own | | | | | | | |
412 | May I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | | | |
413 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
414 | To keep the lamp alive | | | | | | | |
415 | Sweet is the bliss of souls serene | | | | | | | |
416 | When true religion gains a place | | | | | | | |
417 | O happy Christian, who can trust | | | | | | | |
418 | Awake my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
419 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
420 | Away, ye ceaseless doubts and fears | | | | | | | |
421 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
422 | Be thou ready, fellow-mortal | | | | | | | |
423 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
424 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
425 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
426 | 'T is by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
427 | The God of glory walks his round | | | | | | | |
428 | Children of light awake! | | | | | | | |
429 | O happy soul, that lives on high | | | | | | | |
430 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
431 | Thrice happy souls, who born from heaven | | | | | | | |
432 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord! | | | | | | | |
433 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
434 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
435 | "O learn of me," the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
436 | Nature with eternal youth | | | | | | | |
437 | O know ye not that ye | | | | | | | |
438 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
439 | Happy the man, whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
440 | O, if thy brow, serene and calm | | | | | | | |
441 | "Blest are the meek," he said | | | | | | | |
442 | The uplifted eye and bended knee | | | | | | | |
443 | My God, the steps of pious men | | | | | | | |
444 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
445 | Speak gently,--it is better far | | | | | | | |
446 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
447 | What precept, Jesus, is like thine | | | | | | | |
448 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
449 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
450 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
451 | A soldier's course, from battles won | | | | | | | |
452 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
453 | All-seeing God! 't is thine to know | | | | | | | |
454 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
455 | O who shall say he knows the folds | | | | | | | |
456 | Father of our feeble race | | | | | | | |
457 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
458 | Rejoice in God alway | | | | | | | |
459 | Rejoice, believer, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
460 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
461 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
462 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
463 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
464 | Faith, hope, and charity, these three | | | | | | | |
465 | Here hope and faith their links unite | | | | | | | |
466 | How happy is he born and taught | | | | | | | |
467 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
468 | When Christ among the sons of men | | | | | | | |
469 | Blest is the man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
470 | The glorious universe around | | | | | | | |
471 | My gracious God, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
472 | 'T is Wisdom's earnest cry | | | | | | | |
473 | When Fancy spreads her boldest wings | | | | | | | |
474 | From Christ, my Lord, shall I depart | | | | | | | |
475 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
476 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
477 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
478 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
479 | "Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
480 | Giver of peace and unity | | | | | | | |
481 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
482 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
483 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
484 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
485 | Awake, our souls; away, our fears | | | | | | | |
486 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
487 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
488 | Children of the Heavenly King | | | | | | | |
489 | I am free! I am free! I have broken away | | | | | | | |
490 | Followers of Christ! arise | | | | | | | |
491 | God is a Spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
492 | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
493 | All earthly charms, however dear | | | | | | | |
494 | Who shall toward thy chosen seat | | | | | | | |
495 | How blest is he who ne'er consents | | | | | | | |
496 | How blest are they who always keep | | | | | | | |
497 | The vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
498 | Far from the world, O Lord! I flee | | | | | | | |
499 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
500 | Come to the morning prayer | | | | | | | |