# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | To weary hearts, to mourning homes | | | | | | | |
902 | O let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
903 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
904 | All as God wills! who wisely heeds | | | | | | | |
905 | We wait in faith, in prayer we wait | | | | | | | |
906 | It is the Lord,--enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
907 | Our souls are in the Saviour's hand | | | | | | | |
908 | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
909 | How bright the glorious spirits shine! | | | | | | | |
910 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
911 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
912 | I look to thee in every need | | | | | | | |
913 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
914 | "My times are in thy hand" | | | | | | | |
915 | My God, my Strength, my Hope | | | | | | | |
916 | Blest be thy love, dear Lord | | | | | | | |
917 | Your harps, ye trembling saints! | | | | | | | |
918 | Jesus, take me for thine own | | | | | | | |
919 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
920 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
921 | My Jesus, as thou wilt! | | | | | | | |
922 | O how kindly hast thou led me | | | | | | | |
923 | Jesus,--I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
924 | Halleluiah! best and sweetest | | | | | | | |
925 | Father, O hear me now! | | | | | | | |
926 | I did thee wrong, my God | | | | | | | |
927 | Come, all ye saints of God | | | | | | | |
928 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
929 | While thou, O my God, art my help and defender | | | | | | | |
930 | O for the peace that floweth as a river | | | | | | | |
931 | A little longer still--patience, beloved | | | | | | | |
932 | Through cross to crown! and though thy spirit's life | | | | | | | |
933 | "After the toil," when the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
934 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
935 | Whate'er my God ordains is right | | | | | | | |
936 | Their hearts shall not be moved | | | | | | | |
937 | To heaven I lift mine eye | | | | | | | |
938 | When our purest delights are nipt in the blossom | | | | | | | |
939 | O thou who hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
940 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
941 | Before thy throne with tearful eyes | | | | | | | |
942 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
943 | O for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
944 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
945 | O Saviour, lend a listening ear | | | | | | | |
946 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
947 | Pity, Lord! this child of clay | | | | | | | |
948 | Brother, hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
949 | Take me, O my Father! take me | | | | | | | |
950 | A weak and weary dove with drooping wing | | | | | | | |
951 | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace | | | | | | | |
952 | While others pray for the grace to die | | | | | | | |
953 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
954 | Bright Source of everlasting love | | | | | | | |
955 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
956 | Beneath the shadow of the cross | | | | | | | |
957 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
958 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
959 | O be not faithless! with the morn | | | | | | | |
960 | She loved her Saviour, and to him | | | | | | | |
961 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
962 | O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise | | | | | | | |
963 | Where shall the child of sorrow find | | | | | | | |
964 | Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear | | | | | | | |
965 | Hush the loud cannon's roar | | | | | | | |
966 | O praise our God to-day | | | | | | | |
967 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
968 | What though earthly friends may frown | | | | | | | |
969 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
970 | All around us, fair with flowers | | | | | | | |
971 | With my substance I will honor | | | | | | | |
972 | O, He whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! | | | | | | | |
973 | Down the dark future, through long generations | | | | | | | |
974 | Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever | | | | | | | |
975 | Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall | | | | | | | |
976 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
977 | Far from my thoughts, vain world! be gone | | | | | | | |
978 | Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
979 | My God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
980 | In silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
981 | O that I could forever dwell | | | | | | | |
982 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
983 | Our Father God! not face to face | | | | | | | |
984 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
985 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
986 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
987 | O! could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
988 | Still with thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
989 | Let my life be hid in thee | | | | | | | |
990 | Jesus, Saviour all divine | | | | | | | |
991 | God is in the loneliest spot | | | | | | | |
992 | When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts center | | | | | | | |
993 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
994 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
995 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
996 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
997 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
998 | Saviour! though my rebellious will | | | | | | | |
999 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
1000 | I will extol thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |