# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | BYEFIELD | | | | | | |
302 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | PEORIA | | | | | | |
303 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee | BROWN | | | | | | |
304 | Lord, when my raptured thought surveys | | | | | | | |
305 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
306 | Thou art our Shepherd, gloriousGod! | CHESTER | | | | | | |
307 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | HAYDN | | | | | | |
308 | Jesus, in thy transporting name | EDMESTON | | | | | | |
309 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
310 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
311 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | ORTONVILLE | | | | | | |
312 | With joy we own thy servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
313 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
314 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
315 | All as God wills, who wisely heeds | | | | | | | |
316 | Blest is the man, whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
317 | Father, I know thy ways are just | MERTON | | | | | | |
318 | There is a name I love to hear | DOWNS | | | | | | |
319 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
320 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
321 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
322 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | NAOMI | | | | | | |
323 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
324 | Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod | | | | | | | |
325 | She loved her Saviour | | | | | | | |
326 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | CORINTH | | | | | | |
327 | Happy the home, when God is there | | | | | | | |
328 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
329 | Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now | | | | | | | |
330 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | WOODLAND | | | | | | |
331 | Jerusalem, my happy home | GOING HOME | | | | | | |
332 | There is a land of pure delight | VARINA | | | | | | |
333 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
334 | O God, unchanging Fount of good | | | | | | | |
335 | While thee I seek, protecting power | BRATTLE STREET | | | | | | |
336 | Almighty God! thy word is cast | | | | | | | |
337 | Fallen on Zion's battle-field | | | | | | | |
338 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | METROPOLIS | | | | | | |
339 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
340 | when thou my righteous Judge shall come | MERIBAH | | | | | | |
341 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
342 | Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield | | | | | | | |
343 | How calm and beautiful the morn | CALM | | | | | | |
344 | With songs and honors sounding loud | CAMBRIDGE | | | | | | |
345 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | NORTHFIELD | | | | | | |
346 | How pleased and blest was I | DALSTON | | | | | | |
347 | 'Tis heaven begun below | | | | | | | |
348 | Crown him with many crowns | DIADEMATA | | | | | | |
349 | Beyond the starry skies | | | | | | | |
350 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | LISBON | | | | | | |
351 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
352 | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
353 | To bless thy chosen race | | | | | | | |
354 | How honored is the place | THATCHER | | | | | | |
355 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
356 | My spirit on Thy care, blest Saviour | | | | | | | |
357 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
358 | This is the glorious day | SHIRLAND | | | | | | |
359 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
360 | Our heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
361 | How charming is the place | FERGUSON | | | | | | |
362 | Had I the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
363 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
364 | Blest be the tie that binds | DENNIS | | | | | | |
365 | Let men their songs employ | | | | | | | |
366 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
367 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
368 | The Lord my Shepherd is | ST. THOMAS | | | | | | |
369 | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
370 | Thou Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
371 | In all my ways, O God | | | | | | | |
372 | Not all the blood of beasts | BOYLSTON | | | | | | |
373 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
374 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
375 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
376 | I bless the Christ of God | | | | | | | |
377 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
378 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
379 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
380 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
381 | Lord, at this closing hour | | | | | | | |
382 | A charge to keep I have | LABAN | | | | | | |
383 | Saviour, Thy law we love | | | | | | | |
384 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
385 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
386 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
387 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
388 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
389 | A parting hymn we sing | | | | | | | |
390 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
391 | Lord, in this sacred hour | STATE STREET | | | | | | |
392 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
393 | And is there, Lord, a rest | GORTON | | | | | | |
394 | How gracious and how wise | SHAWMUT | | | | | | |
395 | My times are in Thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
396 | Give to the Lord thine heart | | | | | | | |
397 | Jesus, I live to thee | OLMUTZ | | | | | | |
398 | Blest Comforter divine | | | | | | | |
399 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
400 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |