# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Lord, I approach the [thy] mercy seat | | | | | | | |
102 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
103 | Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies | | | | | | | |
104 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
105 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
106 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
107 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
108 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
109 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
110 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
111 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
113 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
114 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
115 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
116 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
117 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
118 | My God, is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
119 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires [aspires] | | | | | | | |
120 | O that I could forever dwell | | | | | | | |
121 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
122 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
123 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
124 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
125 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
126 | O Christ, with each returning morn | | | | | | | |
127 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
128 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
129 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
130 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
131 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
132 | God of my life, through all its [my] days | | | | | | | |
133 | If on our daily course our mind | | | | | | | |
134 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
135 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
136 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
137 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
138 | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
139 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
140 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
141 | Come at the morning hour | | | | | | | |
142 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
143 | Still with thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
144 | The day, O Lord, is spent | | | | | | | |
145 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
146 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
147 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
148 | Vainly through night's weary [lonely] hours | | | | | | | |
149 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
150 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
151 | Keep us, Lord, O, keep us ever | | | | | | | |
152 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
153 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Bid us now depart in peace | | | | | | | |
154 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
155 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
156 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
157 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
158 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
159 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
160 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
161 | O Word of God incarnate | | | | | | | |
162 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
163 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
164 | Angels bending from the sky | | | | | | | |
165 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
166 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
167 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
168 | Brightness of the Father's glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie | | | | | | | |
169 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
170 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
171 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
172 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
173 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
174 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
175 | O where is he that trod the sea | | | | | | | |
176 | When like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
177 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
178 | How beauteous were [are] the marks divine | | | | | | | |
179 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
180 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
181 | O come and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
182 | 'Tis finished! - so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
183 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
184 | O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded] | | | | | | | |
185 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
186 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
187 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
188 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
189 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
190 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
191 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
192 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
193 | Sons of Zion, raise your songs | | | | | | | |
194 | He is gone, we heard him say | | | | | | | |
195 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
196 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
197 | Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst [amid] his father's throne | | | | | | | |
198 | To him that [who] loved the souls [sons] of men | | | | | | | |
199 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
200 | Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |