# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Hail, to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
202 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
203 | Send, send the gospel message | | | | | | | |
204 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
205 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
206 | Lord of the harvest, bend thine ear | | | | | | | |
207 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
208 | Behold the heathen waits to know | | | | | | | |
209 | Great heir of David's throne! | | | | | | | |
210 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
211 | Who but thou, Almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
212 | Great Saviour, let thy power divine | | | | | | | |
213 | When will the happy trump proclaim | | | | | | | |
214 | Behold th'expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
215 | Who can tell what notes of sadness | | | | | | | |
216 | "Go and preach to ev'ry creature!" | | | | | | | |
217 | Go, for the Master calls thee | | | | | | | |
218 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
219 | Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
220 | Men of God, go, take your stations | | | | | | | |
221 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
222 | Softly blow, ye fav'ring breezes | | | | | | | |
223 | O, that the Lord's salvation | | | | | | | |
224 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
225 | The Song of Israel is hush'd | | | | | | | |
226 | Arise, great God, and let thy grace | | | | | | | |
227 | O, why should Israel's sons, once blest | | | | | | | |
228 | The promise we for Israel plead | | | | | | | |
229 | Israel, thy mournful night is past | | | | | | | |
230 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
231 | "Give us room that we may dwell" | | | | | | | |
232 | O God of Zion, from the skies | | | | | | | |
233 | Forever shall my fainting soul | | | | | | | |
234 | Lord, we bow with deep contrition | | | | | | | |
235 | Met, O God, to ask thy presence | | | | | | | |
236 | We now, O Lord, approach thy throne | | | | | | | |
237 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
238 | Spirit of holiness, look down | | | | | | | |
239 | O Lord, thy work revive | | | | | | | |
240 | O, for the happy hour | | | | | | | |
241 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
242 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
243 | Who are these that come from far | | | | | | | |
244 | Here, in thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
245 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
246 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
247 | This house, O Lord, for thee we raise | | | | | | | |
248 | Within this house, O Lord our God | | | | | | | |
249 | O, Shepherd of thy people, hear | | | | | | | |
250 | Father of mercies, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
251 | Chief Shepherd of thy chosen sheep | | | | | | | |
252 | Serene I laid me down | | | | | | | |
253 | Now, from labour and from care | | | | | | | |
254 | Another day has pass'd along | | | | | | | |
255 | When beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
256 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
257 | Lift up your joyful eyes and see | | | | | | | |
258 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
259 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
260 | O God of Abra'm, hear | | | | | | | |
261 | O Lord, behold us at thy feet | | | | | | | |
262 | Lord, assist us by thy grace | | | | | | | |
263 | Long as he lives he shall be mine | | | | | | | |
264 | I and my house will serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
265 | Great Saviour, who didst condescend | | | | | | | |
266 | Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
267 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
268 | Frail youth are in a slippery path | | | | | | | |
269 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm | | | | | | | |
270 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
271 | Almighty Father of mankind | | | | | | | |
272 | Star of peace to wanderers weary | | | | | | | |
273 | We come, O Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
274 | Would you behold the works of God | | | | | | | |
275 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
276 | Let gratitude waken the song | | | | | | | |
277 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
278 | Freemen, awake the song! | | | | | | | |
279 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
280 | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
281 | What sight on earth more blissful | | | | | | | |
282 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
283 | Through Christ, when we together came | | | | | | | |
284 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
285 | God of my life, to thee | | | | | | | |
286 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
287 | Through another year conducted | | | | | | | |
288 | How sweet is the Sabbath, this day of repose | | | | | | | |
289 | I love the Lord, whose gracious ear | | | | | | | |
290 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
291 | Sinner, is thy soul prepar'd | | | | | | | |
292 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
293 | Before us to the grave | | | | | | | |
294 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
295 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
296 | Death! what a solemn word to all | | | | | | | |
297 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
298 | To thee, O God, when creatures fail | | | | | | | |
299 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
300 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |