# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
601 | "My times are in thy hand" | | | | | |  | |
602 | I feel within a want | | | | | |  | |
603 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | |  | |
604 | My God, my Father-blissful name | | | | | |  | |
605 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | |  | |
606 | Father of mercies! God of love! | | | | | |  | |
607 | Fret not, poor soul | | | | | |  | |
608 | I know not if the dark or bright | | | | | |  | |
609 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | |  | |
610 | The Lord our God has sent his Son | | | | | |  | |
611 | O Love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | |  | |
612 | O God, thou art my God alone | | | | | |  | |
613 | I cannot plainly see the way | | | | | |  | |
614 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | |  | |
615 | Now let our souls on wings sublime | | | | | |  | |
616 | Love is and was my Lord and King | | | | | |  | |
617 | Rocked in the cradle of the deep | | | | | |  | |
618 | Sweet peace of conscience, heav'nly guest | | | | | |  | |
619 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | |  | |
620 | When we cannot see our way | | | | | |  | |
621 | Children of the Heavenly King | | | | | |  | |
622 | Now the Christian's course is run | | | | | |  | |
623 | Tell me not in mournful numbers | | | | | |  | |
624 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | |  | |
625 | Father, hear the prayer we offer | | | | | |  | |
626 | Like the eagle, upward, onward | | | | | |  | |
627 | God only is the creature's home | | | | | |  | |
628 | I want a principle within | | | | | |  | |
629 | Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | |  | |
630 | Almighty God! thy word is cast | | | | | |  | |
631 | My God! the covenant of thy love | | | | | |  | |
632 | Each fearful storm that o'er us rolls | | | | | |  | |
633 | There is a world, and oh, how blest! | | | | | |  | |
634 | We bless thee for thy peace, O God! | | | | | |  | |
635 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | |  | |
636 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | |  | |
637 | Our heaven is everywhere | | | | | |  | |
638 | Send down thy truth, O God! | | | | | |  | |
639 | Return, my soul, unto thy rest | | | | | |  | |
640 | Far from the Lord I wandered long | | | | | |  | |
641 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | |  | |
642 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | |  | |
643 | Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel | | | | | |  | |
644 | O Thou, by long experience tried | | | | | |  | |
645 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | |  | |
646 | No bliss I'll seek, but to fulfill | | | | | |  | |
647 | Lord! we believe a rest remains | | | | | |  | |
648 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | |  | |
649 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | |  | |
650 | Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat | | | | | |  | |
651 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | |  | |
652 | Heaven is here. Its hymns of gladness | | | | | |  | |
653 | Blest be thou, O God of Israel! | | | | | |  | |
654 | Praise the God of our salvation | | | | | |  | |
655 | Death is the fading of a cloud | | | | | |  | |
656 | I long for household voices gone | | | | | |  | |
657 | The broken ties of happier days | | | | | |  | |
658 | Spirit, leave thy house of clay | | | | | |  | |
659 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | | | |  | |
660 | Ready for their glorious crown | | | | | |  | |
661 | We would leave, O God! to thee | | | | | |  | |
662 | Gently fall the dews of eve | | | | | |  | |
663 | O God unseen--but not unknown! | | | | | |  | |
664 | Faint not poor traveller, through the way | | | | | |  | |
665 | With roses crown his baby head | | | | | |  | |
666 | Sweet is the scene when virtue | | | | | |  | |
667 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | |  | |
668 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | |  | |
669 | How blest is he whose tranquil mind | | | | | |  | |
670 | Earth's children cleave to earth | | | | | |  | |
671 | To thine eternal arms, O God | | | | | |  | |
672 | If thou of God wouldst truly learn | | | | | |  | |
673 | Father, beneath thy sheltering wing | | | | | |  | |
674 | Farewell life! My senses swim | | | | | |  | |
675 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | |  | |
676 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | |  | |
677 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | |  | |
678 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | |  | |
679 | One sweet flower has drooped and faded | | | | | |  | |
680 | As the bird with warbling music | | | | | |  | |
681 | Ah! why should bitter tears be shed | | | | | |  | |
682 | Oh, stay thy tears; for they are blest | | | | | |  | |
683 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | |  | |
684 | O God! thy grace and blessing give | | | | | |  | |
685 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | |  | |
686 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | |  | |
687 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | |  | |
688 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | |  | |
689 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | |  | |
690 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | |  | |
691 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
692 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | |  | |
693 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | |  | |
694 | Sing, ye redeeméd of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
695 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | |  | |
696 | Father! I long, I faint, to see | | | | | |  | |
697 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | |  | |
698 | Forever with the Lord | | | | | |  | |
699 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | |  | |
700 | Deathless principle, arise | | | | | |  | |