# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
202 | Come, gracious Spirit, heav'nly dove | | | | | | | |
203 | Bless'd Jesus! source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
204 | Dear Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest | | | | | | | |
205 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heav'n | | | | | | | |
206 | Great leader of thine Israel's host | | | | | | | |
207 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
208 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
209 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
210 | Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear | | | | | | | |
211 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
212 | Great Father of eternity | | | | | | | |
213 | Lord, how large thy bounties are | | | | | | | |
214 | "Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
215 | Could the creatures help or ease us | | | | | | | |
216 | The food on which thy children live | | | | | | | |
217 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
218 | Thou, who for sinners once wast slain | | | | | | | |
219 | See the Captain of salvation | | | | | | | |
220 | From Jesse's root behold a branch arise | | | | | | | |
221 | The best of wisdom is to know | | | | | | | |
222 | Lo! God is here: let us adore | | | | | | | |
223 | Long have we sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
224 | Lord of the Sabbath! hear our vows | | | | | | | |
225 | Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
226 | O come, all ye sons of Adam, and raise | | | | | | | |
227 | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
228 | O God of Bethel! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
229 | Far from thy servants, God of grace! | | | | | | | |
230 | Frail life of man - how short its stay | | | | | | | |
231 | Happy the unrepining poor | | | | | | | |
232 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
233 | O thou, whose mercy hears | | | | | | | |
234 | Sages of ancient letter'd times! | | | | | | | |
235 | 'See how he lov'd!' exclaim'd the Jews | | | | | | | |
236 | Sweet is the friendly voice | | | | | | | |
237 | Sweet is the love that mutual glows | | | | | | | |
238 | The morning flow'rs display their sweets | | | | | | | |
239 | The short-liv'd day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
240 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
241 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade! | | | | | | | |
242 | Tho' ev'ry grace my speech adorn'd | | | | | | | |
243 | Though others, confident and vain | | | | | | | |
244 | While thee I seek, protecting Pow'r! | | | | | | | |
245 | Yet a few years, or days, perhaps | | | | | | | |
246 | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
247 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
248 | With glorious clouds encompas'd round | | | | | | | |
249 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
250 | Ah! whither shall I go | | | | | | | |
251 | Come, holy, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
252 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
253 | O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
254 | What now is my object and aim? | | | | | | | |
255 | Zion trav'llers, rise and sing | | | | | | | |
256 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
257 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | | | |
258 | A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill | | | | | | | |
259 | Author of good! we rest on thee | | | | | | | |
260 | Awake, ye saints! and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
261 | O may my thoughts lie humble still | | | | | | | |
262 | My soul come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
263 | Father, I dare believe | | | | | | | |
264 | Why do we mourn for dying friends? | | | | | | | |
265 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
266 | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
267 | Hark! from the tombs, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
268 | To the hills I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
269 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
270 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
271 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
272 | All praise to him who dwells in bliss | | | | | | | |
273 | Giver and Guardian of my sleep | | | | | | | |
274 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
275 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
276 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
277 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
278 | Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
279 | In that sad memorable night | | | | | | | |
280 | Let all who truly bear | | | | | | | |
281 | The Saviour bows his head and dies | | | | | | | |
282 | See the Lord of Glory dying | | | | | | | |
283 | Begin, my soul! the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
284 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
285 | Lift your voice, and joyful sing | | | | | | | |
286 | My God! all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
287 | O bless the Lord, our souls! | | | | | | | |
288 | O sing to the Lord a new song | | | | | | | |
289 | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | | | | | |
290 | With reverence let the saints appear | | | | | | | |
291 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
292 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
293 | God of my life, whose gracious power | | | | | | | |
294 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
295 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | | | | | | | |
296 | Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear! | | | | | | | |
298 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
299 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
300 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
301 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |