# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Feebly the bondman toiled | | | | | | | |
202 | I pity the slave-mother, care-worn and weary | | | | | | | |
203 | O, pity the poor little slave | | | | | | | |
204 | Christian mother, when thy prayer | | | | | | | |
205 | Christian mother, when thy prayer | | | | | | | |
206 | Bread of heaven! on Thee I feed | | | | | | | |
207 | O, sacred Head, once wounded | | | | | | | |
208 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
209 | Gently, my Savior! let me down | | | | | | | |
210 | What's this that steals--that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
211 | Sweet is the scene where Christians die | | | | | | | |
212 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
213 | Cease, ye mourners! cease to languish | | | | | | | |
214 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
215 | Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
216 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
217 | O, there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
218 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
219 | Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
220 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
221 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
222 | Lord! what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
223 | How lovely and how fair | | | | | | | |
224 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
225 | Ye servants of God! | | | | | | | |
226 | Almighty Ruler of the skies! | | | | | | | |
227 | My God! permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
228 | Come, ye sinners, heavy-laden | | | | | | | |
229 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
230 | I love thy kingdom, Lord! | | | | | | | |
231 | Lord! Thou hast searched, and seen me through | | | | | | | |
232 | The Lord shall come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
233 | Quiet as a peaceful river | | | | | | | |
234 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
235 | Soon as the morning rays appear | | | | | | | |
236 | Stop, poor sinners, stop and think | | | | | | | |
237 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
238 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
239 | When Thou, my righteous Judge! shalt come | | | | | | | |
240 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
241 | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
242 | Oh! that I could for ever dwell | | | | | | | |
243 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
244 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
245 | Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
246 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
247 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
248 | The Lord, our God, is full of might | | | | | | | |
249 | On Thee, each morning, O my God! | | | | | | | |
250 | Hark! hark!--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
251 | God of my life! through all my days | | | | | | | |
252 | Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished | | | | | | | |
253 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
254 | Great God, to Thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
255 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove! | | | | | | | |
256 | Again, from calm and sweet repose | | | | | | | |
257 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
258 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
259 | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
260 | Jesus, who reigns above the sky | | | | | | | |
261 | If this rebellious heart of mine | | | | | | | |
262 | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
263 | Lord, at the foot ashamed I lie | | | | | | | |
264 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord! | | | | | | | |
265 | Who are they whose little feet | | | | | | | |
266 | On Sabbath morning, O how pleasant | | | | | | | |
267 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
268 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
269 | Dark night away hath roll'd | | | | | | | |
270 | O speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
271 | Ye glittering toys of earth adieu | | | | | | | |
272 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
273 | Lord, my times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
274 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
275 | Rich are the treasures | | | | | | | |
276 | Dear Savior! we are thine | | | | | | | |
277 | In mercy Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
278 | Happy the man, whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
279 | Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace | | | | | | | |
280 | Beware of Peter's word | | | | | | | |
281 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
282 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
283 | One prayer I have--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
284 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
285 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
286 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
287 | God is our refuge, tried and proved | | | | | | | |
288 | Far from the world, O Lord! I flee | | | | | | | |
289 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
290 | Mary to the Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |