# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
H401 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
H402 | Together with these symbols, Lord | | | | | | | |
H403 | That doleful night before his death | | | | | | | |
H404 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
H405 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
H406 | Resplendent Sun! thy rays impart | | | | | | | |
H407 | How are thy glories here display'd | | | | | | | |
H408 | The blest memorials of thy grief | | | | | | | |
H409 | Go forth, ye heralds, in my name | | | | | | | |
H410 | Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep | | | | | | | |
H411 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
H412 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
H413 | Would you win a soul to God? | | | | | | | |
H414 | Deacons, awake! the work fulfill | | | | | | | |
H415 | Head of the church! thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
H416 | Up to thy throne, O God of love | | | | | | | |
H417 | There's nothing round the spacious earth | | | | | | | |
H418 | When Christ, with all his graces crowned | | | | | | | |
H419 | To that dear world of light and bliss | | | | | | | |
H420 | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone | | | | | | | |
H421 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
H422 | My God, my Father, thou art wise | | | | | | | |
H423 | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
H424 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
H425 | Patience!--O, what a grace divine | | | | | | | |
H426 | Patience divine!--how rich the grace | | | | | | | |
H427 | Father, to thee my soul I lift | | | | | | | |
H428 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
H429 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
H430 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
H431 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
H432 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
H433 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
H434 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
H435 | Oh! for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
H436 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
H437 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
H438 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
H439 | When first the Lord his grace reveal'd | | | | | | | |
H440 | On willows, near to Babel's flood | | | | | | | |
H441 | Where Babel's streams ran murmuring by | | | | | | | |
H442 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
H443 | The wandering star, and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
H444 | O'erwhelm'd with restless griefs and fears | | | | | | | |
H445 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
H446 | When Jesus smil'd, and said, arise! | | | | | | | |
H447 | Where are the grateful tears I shed | | | | | | | |
H448 | For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant | | | | | | | |
H449 | Behold, I send you forth, as sheep | | | | | | | |
H450 | Bid me of men beware | | | | | | | |
H451 | Awake! my soul, and use thy arms | | | | | | | |
H452 | Soldiers of Christ, arise! | | | | | | | |
H453 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
H454 | Hark! how the watchmen cry | | | | | | | |
H455 | Our Captain leads us on | | | | | | | |
H456 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
H457 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
H458 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
H459 | Saints, at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
H460 | My heart is fixt'--did David say? | | | | | | | |
H461 | From Egypt lately freed | | | | | | | |
H462 | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
H463 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
H464 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so | | | | | | | |
H465 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
H466 | All who through Christ the living way | | | | | | | |
H467 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
H468 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
H469 | Dear Lord, the path to thine abode | | | | | | | |
H470 | Of all our sins is pride | | | | | | | |
H471 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
H472 | Blest are the souls whose suff'rings show | | | | | | | |
H473 | Awake, our souls, away, our fears | | | | | | | |
H474 | My rising soul, with strong desires | | | | | | | |
H475 | While carnal men, with all their might | | | | | | | |
H476 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
H477 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
H478 | Dangers of every shape and name | | | | | | | |
H479 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
H480 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
H481 | I love the windows of thy grace | | | | | | | |
H482 | Look up, my soul, behold the prize | | | | | | | |
H483 | When I can say, 'My God is mine' | | | | | | | |
H484 | O Zion! when shall I survey | | | | | | | |
H485 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
H486 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
H487 | How closely join'd are man and wife | | | | | | | |
H488 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
H489 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
H490 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
H491 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
H492 | Few are thy days, and full of woe | | | | | | | |
H493 | In the sweet season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
H494 | Grace is a plant, where'er it grows | | | | | | | |
H495 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
H496 | My soul, how solemn is the word | | | | | | | |
H497 | My gracious, my almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
H498 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
H499 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
H500 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |