# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
801 | The daylight fades | | | | | |  | |
802 | I ask not wealth, nor pomp, nor power | | | | | |  | |
803 | Come, my fond, fluttering heart | | | | | |  | |
804 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | |  | |
805 | Almighty Ruler of the skies | | | | | |  | |
806 | O, in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | |  | |
807 | In God's own house by silent night | | | | | |  | |
808 | Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth | | | | | |  | |
809 | Children in years and knowledge young | | | | | |  | |
810 | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | |  | |
811 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | |  | |
812 | Almighty Father of mankind | | | | | |  | |
813 | How swift, alas! the moments fly! | | | | | |  | |
814 | Time is winging us away | | | | | |  | |
815 | Swift as the arrow cuts its way | | | | | |  | |
816 | Awake--awake! each sluggish soul | | | | | |  | |
817 | I saw, beyond the tomb | | | | | |  | |
818 | The time is short!--sinners, beware | | | | | |  | |
819 | Almighty Father! gracious Lord! | | | | | |  | |
820 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | |  | |
821 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | |  | |
822 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | |  | |
823 | Great God, let all my tuneful powers | | | | | |  | |
824 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | |  | |
825 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | |  | |
826 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | |  | |
827 | Come, let us anew, our journey pursue | | | | | |  | |
828 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | |  | |
829 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | |  | |
830 | Blest be th' Eternal Infinite! | | | | | |  | |
831 | How many pass the guilty night | | | | | |  | |
832 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | |  | |
833 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | |  | |
834 | Join, all ye ransom'd sons of grace | | | | | |  | |
835 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | |  | |
836 | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | |  | |
837 | Our Helper, God, we bless his name | | | | | |  | |
838 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | |  | |
839 | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | |  | |
840 | To praise the ever beauteous Lord | | | | | |  | |
841 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | |  | |
842 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | |  | |
843 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | |  | |
844 | Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord | | | | | |  | |
845 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | |  | |
846 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | |  | |
847 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | |  | |
848 | Go to the pillow of disease | | | | | |  | |
849 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace! | | | | | |  | |
850 | Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view | | | | | |  | |
851 | Lord, lead the way the Savior went | | | | | |  | |
852 | Father, into thy hands alone | | | | | |  | |
853 | The gold and silver are the Lord's | | | | | |  | |
854 | Now let our hearts conspire to raise | | | | | |  | |
855 | Bright Source of everlasting love | | | | | |  | |
856 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | |  | |
857 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | |  | |
858 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | |  | |
859 | Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou | | | | | |  | |
860 | Hail, to the Lord's anointed | | | | | |  | |
861 | “Is this a fast for me?” | | | | | |  | |
862 | Defend the poor and desolate | | | | | |  | |
863 | Hush the loud cannon's roar | | | | | |  | |
864 | May the captive's pleading fill | | | | | |  | |
865 | God made all His creatures free | | | | | |  | |
866 | May freedom speed onward, wherever the blood | | | | | |  | |
867 | Lord, when Thine ancient people cried | | | | | |  | |
868 | When injured Arfic's captives claim | | | | | |  | |
869 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | |  | |
870 | Sov'reign of life, we own thy hand | | | | | |  | |
871 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord | | | | | |  | |
872 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | |  | |
873 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | |  | |
874 | Had not the Lord, may Israel say | | | | | |  | |
875 | Thou God of sovereign grace | | | | | |  | |
876 | O Lord, behold us at thy feet | | | | | |  | |
877 | How can we see the children, Lord | | | | | |  | |
878 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | |  | |
879 | Great God, we would to thee make known | | | | | |  | |
880 | At length the wished-for spring has come | | | | | |  | |
881 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | |  | |
882 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | |  | |
883 | How beautiful the morning | | | | | |  | |
884 | The leaves, around me falling | | | | | |  | |
885 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | |  | |
886 | Stern Winter throws his icy chains | | | | | |  | |
887 | The hoary frost, the fleecy snow | | | | | |  | |
888 | How pleasing is the voice | | | | | |  | |
889 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | |  | |
890 | Lord, we come to ask thy blessing | | | | | |  | |
891 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | |  | |
892 | Thy neighbor? it is he whom thou | | | | | |  | |
893 | We praise Thee, Lord! if but one soul | | | | | |  | |
894 | Intemp'rance, like a raging flood | | | | | |  | |
895 | Oh, turn from the wine-glass away | | | | | |  | |
896 | Slavery and death the cup contains | | | | | |  | |
897 | Help us to feel for drunken man | | | | | |  | |
898 | Round the temp'rance standard rally | | | | | |  | |
899 | Would you behold the works of God | | | | | |  | |
900 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | |  | |