# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Almighty God, in humble prayer | | | | | | | |
402 | Thus Agur breathed his warm desire | | | | | | | |
403 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
404 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
405 | Blest are the men of broken heart | | | | | | | |
406 | Thus saith the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
407 | Lord, who's the happy man, that may | | | | | | | |
408 | Who shall towards thy chosen seat | | | | | | | |
409 | The earth is thine, Jehovah, thine | | | | | | | |
410 | How happy is he born or taught | | | | | | | |
411 | With mines of wealth are sinners poor | | | | | | | |
412 | Amidst unsatisfied desires | | | | | | | |
413 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
414 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
415 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
416 | Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
417 | Let men of high conceit and zeal | | | | | | | |
418 | O charity, thou heavenly grace | | | | | | | |
419 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
420 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
421 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
422 | High on the mountain's towering head | | | | | | | |
423 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
424 | Faith, hope, and love now dwell on earth | | | | | | | |
425 | Happy beyond description he | | | | | | | |
426 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
427 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
428 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
429 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
430 | Happy is he that fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
431 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
432 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
433 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
434 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
435 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
436 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
437 | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
438 | Blest are the meek, he said | | | | | | | |
439 | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
440 | Patience, O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
441 | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
442 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
443 | Ah, wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
444 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
445 | Am I an Israelite indeed | | | | | | | |
446 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven | | | | | | | |
447 | If high or low our station be | | | | | | | |
448 | Happy the man who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
449 | O happy is the man, who hears | | | | | | | |
450 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
451 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
452 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
453 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
454 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
455 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
456 | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
457 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
458 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
459 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
460 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
461 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
462 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
463 | O God, unseen, but not unknown | | | | | | | |
464 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
465 | It is the Lord our Savior's hand | | | | | | | |
466 | My soul, the awful hour will come | | | | | | | |
467 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
468 | Lord, must we die? O let us die | | | | | | | |
469 | O God of love, with cheering ray | | | | | | | |
470 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
471 | Sweet is the scene when virtue dies | | | | | | | |
472 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
473 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
474 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
475 | Ye mourning saint, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
476 | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
477 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
478 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
479 | Shall man O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
480 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
481 | Look through creation and behold | | | | | | | |
482 | I would not live always: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
483 | If all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
484 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
485 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
486 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
487 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
488 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
489 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
490 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
491 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
492 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
493 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
494 | Father of lights, we sing thy name | | | | | | | |
495 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
496 | God of the year, with songs of praise | | | | | | | |
497 | Great God, at whose all-powerful call | | | | | | | |
498 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
499 | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
500 | The rising morn the closing day | | | | | | | |