# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Father of all our mercies, thou | | | | | | | |
402 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
403 | Lowly and solemn be they children's cry | | | | | | | |
404 | Almighty God, in humble prayer | | | | | | | |
405 | O, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
406 | O God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
407 | Thou Fount of blessing, God of love | | | | | | | |
408 | Blest is the man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
409 | When grief and anguish press me down | | | | | | | |
410 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
411 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
412 | O Father, good or evil send | | | | | | | |
413 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
414 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
415 | In vain we trace creation o'er | | | | | | | |
416 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
417 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
418 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven | | | | | | | |
419 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
420 | O draw me, Father, after thee | | | | | | | |
421 | O God, Thou art my God alone | | | | | | | |
422 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
423 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
424 | Father and Friend, thy light, thy love | | | | | | | |
425 | To keep the lamp alive | | | | | | | |
426 | Fountain of light and living breath | | | | | | | |
427 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
428 | Unite my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
429 | O my soul, unceasing pray | | | | | | | |
430 | Come shout aloud the Father's grace | | | | | | | |
431 | As the hart with eager looks | | | | | | | |
432 | O Father, to thy mercy seat | | | | | | | |
433 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
434 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
435 | Supreme and universal light | | | | | | | |
436 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
437 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
438 | Oh, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
439 | Supreme in wisdom as in power | | | | | | | |
440 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
441 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
442 | Father, who in the olive shade | | | | | | | |
443 | There's not a hope, with comfort fraught | | | | | | | |
444 | Thou art the Way, and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
445 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
446 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
447 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
448 | Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll | | | | | | | |
449 | O Lord, my best desires fulfill | | | | | | | |
450 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |
451 | When anguish bows me down | | | | | | | |
452 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
453 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
454 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
455 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
456 | O God, to thee my sinking soul | | | | | | | |
457 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
458 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
459 | Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll | | | | | | | |
460 | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
461 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
462 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
463 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
464 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
465 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
466 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
467 | Patience! O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
468 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
469 | Is there ambition in my heart | | | | | | | |
470 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
471 | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
472 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
473 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
474 | O happy soul that lives on high | | | | | | | |
475 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
476 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
477 | O speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
478 | A soldier's course, from battles won | | | | | | | |
479 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
480 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
481 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
482 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
483 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
484 | Children of light awake at Jesus call arise | | | | | | | |
485 | When gloomy thoughts and fears | | | | | | | |
486 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
487 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
488 | My God! my everlasting hope! | | | | | | | |
489 | When in the vale of lengthened years | | | | | | | |
490 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
491 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
492 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
493 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
494 | Sure, to the mansions of the blest | | | | | | | |
495 | As the sweet flower, which scents the morn | | | | | | | |
496 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
497 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
498 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
499 | As bowed by sudden storms, the rose | | | | | | | |
500 | Dear as thou wert and justly dear | | | | | | | |