# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Jesus, Thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
402 | As pants the hart for cooling springs | | | | | | | |
403 | My God! permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
404 | Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
405 | Blest Jesus! when my soaring thoughts | | | | | | | |
406 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
407 | Rise, my soul! and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
408 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
409 | Great God, indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
410 | Let thoughtless thousands choose the road | | | | | | | |
411 | O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
412 | My God, accept my heart this day | | | | | | | |
413 | Come, Saviour Jesus from above | | | | | | | |
414 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
415 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
416 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
417 | What thousands never knew the road! | | | | | | | |
418 | God of mercy! God of grace! | | | | | | | |
419 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
420 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
421 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
422 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
423 | My hope, my portion, and my God | | | | | | | |
424 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
425 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
426 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
427 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
428 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
429 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
430 | Fountain of good, to own Thy love | | | | | | | |
431 | Go labor on; your hands are weak | | | | | | | |
432 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
433 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
434 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
435 | Let saints below in concert sing | | | | | | | |
436 | For all Thy saints, O Lord | | | | | | | |
437 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
438 | Lo, what a pleasing sight | | | | | | | |
439 | Blest are the undefiled in heart | | | | | | | |
440 | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
441 | What cheering words are these? | | | | | | | |
442 | Oh, happy soul that lives on high | | | | | | | |
443 | Belovéd, "It is well!" | | | | | | | |
444 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
445 | My Father! cheering name! | | | | | | | |
446 | When gloomy thoughts and fears | | | | | | | |
447 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
448 | How do Thy mercies close me round! | | | | | | | |
449 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
450 | Awake, my soul; stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
451 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
452 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
453 | Jesus, my Saviour and my God | | | | | | | |
454 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
455 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
456 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
457 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
458 | Equip me for the war | | | | | | | |
459 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
460 | Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
461 | O Lord, and shall our fainting souls | | | | | | | |
462 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
463 | God of my life, to Thee I call! | | | | | | | |
464 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
465 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
466 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
467 | No, no, it is not dying | | | | | | | |
468 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
469 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
470 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
471 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
472 | They come, God's messengers of love | | | | | | | |
473 | There is an hour when I must part | | | | | | | |
474 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
475 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name! | | | | | | | |
476 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
477 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
478 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
479 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
480 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
481 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
482 | Palms of Glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
483 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
484 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
485 | Here, in Thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
486 | O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills | | | | | | | |
487 | Christ is our Corner-stone | | | | | | | |
488 | Lord of hosts, to Thee we raise | | | | | | | |
489 | Dear Shepherd of Thy people, here | | | | | | | |
490 | To Thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
491 | Come Thou now, and be among us | | | | | | | |
492 | Christ, Thou art the Sure Foundation | | | | | | | |
493 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
494 | We join to pray, with wishes kind | | | | | | | |
495 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
496 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
497 | How happy are the young who hear | | | | | | | |
498 | Saviour, like a Shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
499 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
500 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |