# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
H178 | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
H179 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
H180 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
H181 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
H182 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
H183 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
H184 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
H185 | Since I've known a Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
H186 | As when the weary traveller gains | | | | | | | |
H187 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
H188 | Few are thy days and full of woe | | | | | | | |
H189 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
H190 | The mighty flood that rolls | | | | | | | |
H191 | Vital spark of heavenly flame! | | | | | | | |
H192 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
H193 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
H194 | Great God, what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
H195 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
H196 | O where shall rest be found? | | | | | | | |
H197 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
H198 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
H199 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
H200 | Should natures' charms, to please the eye | | | | | | | |
H201 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
H202 | God of our fathers! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
H203 | Bless'd be thou, the God of Israel | | | | | | | |
H204 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
H205 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
H206 | Why mournest thou, my anxious soul | | | | | | | |
H207 | Thus speaks the High and Lofty One | | | | | | | |
H208 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
H209 | Thou art the Way--to thee alone | | | | | | | |
H210 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
H211 | Sinner! rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
H212 | Lo! what a cloud of witnesses | | | | | | | |
H213 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
H214 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
H215 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
H216 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
H217 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
H218 | Hark! a thrilling voice is sounding | | | | | | | |
H219 | See, He comes! whom every nation | | | | | | | |
H220 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | | | | | |
H221 | Once more, O Lord, Thy sign shall be | | | | | | | |
H222 | Hosanna to the living Lord! | | | | | | | |
H223 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
H224 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
H225 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
H226 | Jesus, let Thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
H227 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
H228 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
H229 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
H230 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
H231 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
H232 | The atoning work is done, The Victim's blood is shed | | | | | | | |
H233 | Jesus Christ is risen today, Our triumphant | | | | | | | |
H234 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
H235 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
H236 | Creator Spirit, by whose aid [light] | | | | | | | |
H237 | Lord God, the Holy Ghost! In this accepted | | | | | | | |
H238 | Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry | | | | | | | |
H239 | Holy Father, great Creator, source of mercy | | | | | | | |
H240 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
H241 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
H242 | Before the Lord we bow | | | | | | | |
H243 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
H244 | My God [O God], accept my [our] heart [hearts] this day | | | | | | | |
H245 | Bread of [for] the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
H246 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
H247 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
H248 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
H249 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
H250 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
H251 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
H252 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
H253 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
H254 | My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven | | | | | | | |
H255 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
H256 | Lord, thy glory fills the heaven | | | | | | | |
H257 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
H258 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
H259 | The strain upraise of joy and praise Alleluia | | | | | | | |
H260 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
H261 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
H262 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
H263 | My Jesus [Father] [Savior], as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
H264 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
H265 | Forth in thy name [strength], O Lord, I [we] go | | | | | | | |
H266 | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
H267 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
H268 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
H269 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
H270 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
H271 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
H272 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
H273 | Day of wrath, that [O] day of mourning [burning] | | | | | | | |
H274 | Let me not, thou King eternal | | | | | | | |
H275 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
H276 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
H277 | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |