# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
201 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | |  | |
202 | How beautiful their feet | | | | | |  | |
203 | Behold, where, breathing love divine | | | | | |  | |
204 | Behold, where, in a mortal form | | | | | |  | |
205 | As Christ hath done, so would we do | | | | | |  | |
206 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! | | | | | |  | |
207 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | |  | |
208 | "See how he loved," exclaimed the Jews | | | | | |  | |
209 | Happy the souls who first believed | | | | | |  | |
210 | Restore, O Father, to our times restore | | | | | |  | |
211 | The saints of earth and those above | | | | | |  | |
212 | From north and south, from east and west | | | | | |  | |
213 | Dark, dark indeed the grave would be | | | | | |  | |
214 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed! | | | | | |  | |
215 | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | |  | |
216 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! | | | | | |  | |
217 | Let mountains from their seats be hurled | | | | | |  | |
218 | On thy church, O Power Divine! | | | | | |  | |
219 | O thou unknown, almighty Cause | | | | | |  | |
220 | My soul before thee prostrate lies | | | | | |  | |
221 | Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good | | | | | |  | |
222 | Beyond expression blest is he | | | | | |  | |
223 | God of mercy! God of love! | | | | | |  | |
224 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | |  | |
225 | Show pity Lord! O Lord, forgive! | | | | | |  | |
226 | O sinner! bring not tears alone | | | | | |  | |
227 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | |  | |
228 | Forth from the dark and stormy sky | | | | | |  | |
229 | Lord! teach us how to pray aright | | | | | |  | |
230 | Return, my soul, unto thy rest! | | | | | |  | |
231 | How long shall dreams of earthly bliss | | | | | |  | |
232 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | |  | |
233 | O Thou, the wretched's sure retreat | | | | | |  | |
234 | Times without number have I prayed | | | | | |  | |
235 | Source of love, and light of day! | | | | | |  | |
236 | Lord! I believe; thy power I own | | | | | |  | |
237 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | |  | |
238 | My gracious God! I own thy right | | | | | |  | |
239 | Forth in thy name , O Lord, I go | | | | | |  | |
240 | Fountain of light and living breath | | | |  | |  | |
241 | Lord! bring me to resign | | | | | |  | |
242 | In all thy dealings, gracious God! | | | | | |  | |
243 | My God! permit me not to be | | | | | |  | |
244 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | |  | |
245 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | |  | |
246 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | |  | |
247 | Truly the light of morn is sweet | | | | | |  | |
248 | In life's gay morn when sprightly youth | | | | | |  | |
249 | Happy is he whose early years | | | | | |  | |
250 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | |  | |
251 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
252 | Awake my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | |  | |
253 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | |  | |
254 | Assist us, Lord! to act, to be | | | | | |  | |
255 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | |  | |
256 | Ah, wretched souls, who still remain | | | | | |  | |
257 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | |  | |
258 | Go, suffering habitant of earth! | | | | | |  | |
259 | Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few | | | | | |  | |
260 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | |  | |
261 | Be ours man's highest wisdom here | | | | | |  | |
262 | Father of light! conduct our feet | | | | | |  | |
263 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | |  | |
264 | Who shall behold the King of kings | | | | | |  | |
265 | Father of eternal love! | | | | | |  | |
266 | Great God! thy peerless excellence | | | | | |  | |
267 | The Lord is just; he made the chain | | | | | |  | |
268 | Who shall to thy chosen seat | | | | | |  | |
269 | The uplifted eye and bended knee | | | | | |  | |
270 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | |  | |
271 | My soul, abjure the accursed throng | | | | | | | |
272 | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
273 | Patience, O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | |  | |
274 | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | |  | |
275 | All-seeing God! 'tis thine to know | | | | | |  | |
276 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | |  | |
277 | Let party strife no more | | | | | |  | |
278 | O God, our Father and our King! | | | | | |  | |
279 | Father of mercies! send thy grace | | | | | |  | |
280 | Benignant Saviour! 't was not thine | | | | | |  | |
281 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | |  | |
282 | Blest is the tie that binds | | | | | |  | |
283 | O, what a happy, lovely sight | | | | | |  | |
284 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | |  | |
285 | Spirit of peace! who, as a dove | | | | | |  | |
286 | Lord, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | |  | |
287 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | |  | |
288 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | |  | |
289 | My God! my Father! blissful name! | | | | | |  | |
290 | Whoe'er, with humble fear | | | | | |  | |
291 | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | |  | |
292 | "O learn of me!" the Savior cried | | | | | |  | |
293 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | |  | |
294 | Happy the unrepining poor | | | | | |  | |
295 | With mines of wealth are sinners poor | | | | | |  | |
296 | How blest are they who always keep | | | | | |  | |
297 | Lord! how secure and blest are they | | | | | |  | |
298 | How happy is the Christian's mind! | | | | | |  | |
299 | O happy souls that soar on high | | | | | |  | |
300 | How happy is he born and taught | | | | | |  | |