# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
602 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
603 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |
604 | Lord, my times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
605 | Thou boundless Source of every good | | | | | | | |
606 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
607 | Thy will be done! In devious way | | | | | | | |
608 | "Father, thy will, not mine, be done!" | | | | | | | |
609 | Father, O hear me now! | | | | | | | |
610 | O thou, who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
611 | Thou refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
612 | As strangers here below | | | | | | | |
613 | Son of God, thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
614 | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
615 | Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope | | | | | | | |
616 | Lord, through the dubious paths of life | | | | | | | |
617 | 'T is my happiness below | | | | | | | |
618 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
619 | Consider all my sorrows, Lord | | | | | | | |
620 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
621 | How sweet on thy bosom to rest | | | | | | | |
622 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
623 | As the chased hart, midst sultry beams | | | | | | | |
624 | O God, to thee my sinking soul | | | | | | | |
625 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
626 | O thou, whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
627 | I'll think upon the woes | | | | | | | |
628 | Jesus, my King, proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
629 | Awake, my drowsy soul, awake | | | | | | | |
630 | O speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
631 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
632 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
633 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
634 | Arise, ye saints, arise! | | | | | | | |
635 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
636 | Hark, how the watchmen cry! | | | | | | | |
637 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
638 | Equip me for the war | | | | | | | |
639 | Pray, without ceasing, pray | | | | | | | |
640 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
641 | Gird thy loins up, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
642 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
643 | Our Captain leads us on | | | | | | | |
644 | Oft in sorrow and in woe | | | | | | | |
645 | Be firm and be faithful | | | | | | | |
646 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
647 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
648 | Run, Christian racer, run! | | | | | | | |
649 | Work, and thou wilt bless the day | | | | | | | |
650 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
651 | O God, how often hath thine ear | | | | | | | |
652 | O thou, who all things canst control | | | | | | | |
653 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
654 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
655 | When, O my Saviour, shall it be | | | | | | | |
656 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
657 | And wilt thou yet be found | | | | | | | |
658 | O that I were as heretofore | | | | | | | |
659 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
660 | As the hart with eager looks | | | | | | | |
661 | O Saviour, may we never rest | | | | | | | |
662 | O love, of pure and heavenly birth! | | | | | | | |
663 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
664 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
665 | King of mercy, King of love | | | | | | | |
666 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
667 | Spring up, my soul, with ardent flight | | | | | | | |
668 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
669 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
670 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
671 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
672 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
673 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
674 | I want not India's pearly shore | | | | | | | |
675 | I'm weary of staying; O, when shall I rest | | | | | | | |
676 | O, exiled Paradise | | | | | | | |
677 | Hear us, O God, for vengeance cry! | | | | | | | |
678 | Saviour, come, thy saints are waiting | | | | | | | |
679 | Thy sympathies and hopes are ours | | | | | | | |
680 | Thy kingdom come, thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
681 | Savior, haste; our souls are waiting | | | | | | | |
682 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
683 | Lord, how long wilt thou remain | | | | | | | |
684 | Jesus, refuge of my soul | | | | | | | |
685 | The triumphs of the martyred saints | | | | | | | |
686 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
687 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
688 | Lord, in the wind, and waves, and sky | | | | | | | |
689 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
690 | O, cease, my wand'ring soul | | | | | | | |
691 | Lonely and weary, by sorrows opprest | | | | | | | |
692 | If Jesus should appear | | | | | | | |
693 | The church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
694 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
695 | O, what a bright and blessèd world | | | | | | | |
696 | How long shall death the tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
697 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
698 | Six thousand years are nearly passed | | | | | | | |
699 | Jerusalem, our heavenly home | | | | | | | |
700 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |