# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
480 | Go and seek the lost and dying | | | | | | | |
481 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
482 | With my substance I will honor | | | | | | | |
483 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
484 | Soldiers of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |
485 | Souls in heathen darkness lying | | | | | | | |
486 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
487 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |
488 | The Lord, our God, alone is strong | | | | | | | |
489 | Here, in Thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
490 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
491 | O God, though countless worlds of light | | | | | | | |
492 | O Thou Whose Own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
493 | Accept this house, O gracious God | | | | | | | |
494 | We rear not a temple like Judah's of old | | | | | | | |
495 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
496 | We praise Thee, gracious Father | | | | | | | |
497 | Once more, O Lord, assembling | | | | | | | |
498 | Men of God, go, take your stations | | | | | | | |
499 | Great Husbandman, at Thy command | | | | | | | |
500 | Go forth again, ye men of God | | | | | | | |
501 | 'Tis thine alone, almighty Name | | | | | | | |
502 | Great God, Whose hand out-pours the rills | | | | | | | |
503 | Life from the dead, Almighty God | | | | | | | |
504 | Bondage and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
505 | When, doomed to death, the apostle lay | | | | | | | |
506 | Look not upon the ruby wine | | | | | | | |
507 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
508 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
509 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
510 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
511 | Great King of nations, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
512 | O Lord, our fathers oft have told | | | | | | | |
513 | See, gracious Lord, before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
514 | We come with the cup of salvation | | | | | | | |
515 | O God of love, O King of peace | | | | | | | |
516 | Great God, beneath Whose piercing eye | | | | | | | |
517 | Great God of nations, now to Thee | | | | | | | |
518 | To Thee, O God, Whose guiding hand | | | | | | | |
519 | O God, beneath Thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
520 | Our country, unrivalled in beauty | | | | | | | |
521 | Let the nations awake to the signs of the times | | | | | | | |
522 | For God, and home, and every land | | | | | | | |
523 | Happy the home when God is there | | | | | | | |
524 | Strangers and pilgrims here below | | | | | | | |
525 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
526 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
527 | Lord, in the morning Thou shall hear | | | | | | | |
528 | Lord of my life, O may Thy praise | | | | | | | |
529 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
530 | Son of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
531 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
532 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
533 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
534 | Come at the morning hour | | | | | | | |
535 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
536 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
537 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
538 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
539 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
540 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
541 | My God, my Father, blissful name | | | | | | | |
542 | Which of the monarchs of the earth | | | | | | | |
543 | Thy way, O God, is in the sea | | | | | | | |
544 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
545 | We journey through a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
546 | Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear | | | | | | | |
547 | Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design | | | | | | | |
548 | My Father, I have loved Thy truth | | | | | | | |
549 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
550 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
551 | O'er the hills the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
552 | Abide with me; Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
553 | Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
554 | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
555 | Jesus, Saviour, pilot me | | | | | | | |
556 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
557 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
558 | While with careless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
559 | Our few revolving years | | | | | | | |
560 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
561 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
562 | We plow the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
563 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
564 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
565 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
566 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
567 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
568 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
569 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
570 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
571 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
572 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
573 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
574 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
575 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
576 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
577 | Unvail Thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
578 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
579 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |