# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
402 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
403 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
404 | My God, is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
405 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
406 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
407 | The Saviour bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
408 | Christian, seek not yet repose | | | | | | | |
409 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
410 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
411 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
412 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
413 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
414 | Go forward, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
415 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
416 | Stand up, my soul! shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
417 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
418 | Go, labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
419 | Hark, the voice of Jesus calling | | | | | | | |
420 | Go, labor on, while it is day | | | | | | | |
421 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
422 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
423 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
424 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
425 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
426 | Laborer of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
427 | Happy the man who knows | | | | | | | |
428 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
429 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
430 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
431 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
432 | Son of the carpenter, receive | | | | | | | |
433 | One more day's work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
434 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
435 | Faint not, Christian! though the road | | | | | | | |
436 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
437 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
438 | Fight the good fight with all thy might | | | | | | | |
439 | The harvest dawn is near | | | | | | | |
440 | Rejoice, believer, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
441 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
442 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
443 | A stranger in the world below | | | | | | | |
444 | O how the thought of God attracts | | | | | | | |
445 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
446 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
447 | My drowsy powers, why keep ye so? | | | | | | | |
448 | Why is my heart so far from Thee | | | | | | | |
449 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
450 | Times without number have I prayed | | | | | | | |
451 | When Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
452 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
453 | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
454 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
455 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
456 | Long have I seemed to serve Thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
457 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
458 | Ye that in His courts are found | | | | | | | |
459 | Drooping souls, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
460 | Come, take His offers now | | | | | | | |
461 | I gave my life for thee | | | | | | | |
462 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
463 | Cast thy burden on the Lord | | | | | | | |
464 | Flee as a bird to your mountain | | | | | | | |
465 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin | | | | | | | |
466 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
467 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
468 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
469 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
470 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
471 | Come unto me when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
472 | O come to the merciful Saviour that calls you | | | | | | | |
473 | Have you sinned as none else in the world have before you? | | | | | | | |
474 | Jesus, let Thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
475 | Eternal Sun of Righteousness | | | | | | | |
476 | O Jesus, Thou art standing | | | | | | | |
477 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
478 | Hasten, Lord, to my release | | | | | | | |
479 | Gently, gently lay Thy rod | | | | | | | |
480 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
481 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
482 | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
483 | Lord, I hear of showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
484 | Pass me not, O gracious Father | | | | | | | |
485 | My head is low, my heart is sad | | | | | | | |
486 | God of my life, Thy boundless grace | | | | | | | |
487 | Eternal Father, when to Thee | | | | | | | |
488 | Come, blessed Spirit, Source of light | | | | | | | |
489 | Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind | | | | | | | |
490 | Gracious Spirit, Dove divine! | | | | | | | |
491 | Come, Holy Ghost, all-quickening Fire | | | | | | | |
492 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
493 | God is a Spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
494 | O blessed feet of Jesus | | | | | | | |
495 | Whither, with this crushing load | | | | | | | |
496 | O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
497 | Listen, listen, He is there | | | | | | | |
498 | When wounded sore, the stricken soul | | | | | | | |
499 | Chosen not for good in me | | | | | | | |
500 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |