# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Eternal Father, God of love | | | | | | | |
302 | See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
303 | O, 'twas a joyful sound to hear | | | | | | | |
304 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
305 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
306 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
307 | Thee, Father, Son, and Spirit, Thee | | | | | | | |
308 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
309 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord! | | | | | | | |
310 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
311 | O, Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
312 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
313 | Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far | | | | | | | |
314 | Far o'er the land the precious grain | | | | | | | |
315 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
316 | Lord, when we bend before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
317 | Father of mercies, in Thy word | | | | | | | |
318 | Great God, how infinite art Thou! | | | | | | | |
319 | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | | | |
320 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
321 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
322 | O, in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
323 | We tread the path our Master trod | | | | | | | |
324 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
325 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
326 | Daughter of Zion! from the dust | | | | | | | |
327 | O Thou whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
328 | Go to the pillow of disease | | | | | | | |
329 | The God of mercy be adored | | | | | | | |
330 | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
331 | Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart | | | | | | | |
332 | For mercies countless as the sands | | | | | | | |
333 | Come, Lord, in mercy come again | | | | | | | |
334 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
335 | A mother may forgetful be | | | | | | | |
336 | Raise thee, my soul; fly up, and run | | | | | | | |
337 | To God, our Strength, your voice aloud | | | | | | | |
338 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
339 | Come, O ye saints, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
340 | Dear Father, to Thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
341 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
342 | Happy is he who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
343 | Jesus! our fainting spirits cry | | | | | | | |
344 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
345 | Lord, I believe; Thy power I own | | | | | | | |
346 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
347 | To Thee, O God, my prayer ascends | | | | | | | |
348 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
349 | Lord, I address Thy heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
350 | O city of the Lord, begin | | | | | | | |
351 | Oh, who is it like the mighty One | | | | | | | |
352 | Our God is love, and all His saints | | | | | | | |
353 | Thou art the Way; to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
354 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
355 | Pity the nations, O our God | | | | | | | |
356 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
357 | Bright glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
358 | Unheard, the dews around me fall | | | | | | | |
359 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
360 | Jesus, with all Thy saints above | | | | | | | |
361 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
362 | Calm on the list'ning ear of night | | | | | | | |
363 | Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep | | | | | | | |
364 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
365 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | CORONATION | | | | | | |
366 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
367 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
368 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
369 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul! | | | | | | | |
370 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
371 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
372 | Sweet is the memory of Thy grace | | | | | | | |
373 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
374 | Bright was the guiding star, that led | | | | | | | |
375 | To Thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
376 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
377 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
378 | Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
379 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
380 | O, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
381 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
382 | There is a land, a happy land | WHITNEY | | | | | | |
383 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
384 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
385 | O, praise the Lord for He is good | | | | | | | |
386 | Now shall my solemn vows be paid | | | | | | | |
387 | God only is the creature's home | | | | | | | |
388 | One prayer I have--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
389 | My God, my Father, blissful name! | | | | | | | |
390 | Blest be the dear, uniting love | | | | | | | |
391 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
392 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
393 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
394 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
395 | The branch is stooping to thy hand | | | | | | | |
396 | Not for the summer hour alone | | | | | | | |
397 | Inquire, ye pilgrims for the way | | | | | | | |
398 | O, for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
399 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
400 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |