# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
502 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
503 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
504 | O, sinner, hear the heavenly voice! | | | | | | | |
505 | O, sinner, why so thoughtless grown! | | | | | | | |
506 | Lord, when we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
507 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
508 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
509 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
510 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
511 | Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now | | | | | | | |
512 | Behold what pity touched the heart | | | | | | | |
513 | And can mine eyes, without a tear | | | | | | | |
514 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
515 | And did the holy and the just | | | | | | | |
516 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
517 | Oh! how happy are they | | | | | | | |
518 | See! the scriptures are fulfilling | | | | | | | |
519 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
520 | O, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
521 | Thou art my portion, O, my God | | | | | | | |
522 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
523 | Thou art the way; to thee alone | | | | | | | |
524 | O Lord, behold us at thy feet | | | | | | | |
525 | Prostrate, dear Jesus! at thy feet | | | | | | | |
526 | Come, let us join, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
527 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
528 | Lord! what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
529 | I'm but a traveler here, Heav'n is my home | | | | | | | |
530 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
531 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
532 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
533 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
534 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
535 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
536 | You servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
537 | O Lord our God, arise | | | | | | | |
538 | O, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
539 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
540 | Once more we meet to pray | | | | | | | |
541 | My God, permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
542 | God is the fountain whence | | | | | | | |
543 | Faith is a precious grace | | | | | | | |
544 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
545 | Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
546 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
547 | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace | | | | | | | |
548 | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
549 | Come hither all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
550 | Through many climes, o'er many lands | | | | | | | |
551 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
552 | God calling yet!-- shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
553 | Awake, awake, each drowsy soul! | | | | | | | |
554 | Come, sacred Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
555 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
556 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
557 | All hail! ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
558 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
559 | Come, Holy Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
560 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
561 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
562 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
563 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
564 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
565 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
566 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
567 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
568 | May I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | | | |
569 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
570 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
571 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
572 | "Go, preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
573 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
574 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
575 | While thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
576 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
577 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
578 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
579 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
580 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
581 | Within thy house, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
582 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
583 | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
584 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
585 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
586 | One sweet solemn thought | | | | | | | |
587 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
588 | Live on the field of battle! | | | | | | | |
589 | He dies!--the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
590 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
591 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
592 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
593 | Here will I ever lie | | | | | | | |
594 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
595 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
596 | There is a beautiful world, Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
597 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
598 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
599 | He leadeth me! Oh! blessed thought | [He leadeth me! Oh! blessed thought] | | | | | | |
600 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |