# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
402 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
403 | All praise to him who dwells in bliss | | | | | | | |
404 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
405 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
406 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
407 | Author of faith, we seek thy face | | | | | | | |
408 | Now to the Lord, that [who] makes [made] us know | | | | | | | |
409 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
410 | Blest be the dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
411 | Thy presence, Lord, the place shall fill | | | | | | | |
412 | Lord, teach thy servant [servants] how to pray | | | | | | | |
413 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
414 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
415 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
416 | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | | | |
417 | On thee, each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend | | | | | | | |
418 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
419 | Where shall I go to seek and find | | | | | | | |
420 | Behold thy temple, God of grace | | | | | | | |
421 | Here, in thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
422 | God of thunder and the lightning | | | | | | | |
423 | God of thine Isr'l true | | | | | | | |
424 | Great King of glory, come | | | | | | | |
425 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
426 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
427 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
428 | Will God in very deed descend | | | | | | | |
429 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
430 | Father of life, descend | | | | | | | |
431 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
432 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
433 | See how great a [the] flame aspires | | | | | | | |
434 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
435 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
436 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
437 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
438 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
439 | The nations call, from sea to sea | | | | | | | |
440 | Behold the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
441 | Behold the heathen waits to know | | | | | | | |
442 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
443 | Almighty God of love | | | | | | | |
444 | Lord, if at thy command The word of life we sow | | | | | | | |
445 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
446 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
447 | Who but Thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
448 | Savior sprinkle many nations, fruitful let Thy sorrows be | | | | | | | |
449 | Go messenger of peace and love | | | | | | | |
450 | Behold the expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
451 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
452 | O thou whom we adore | | | | | | | |
453 | Come, Lord, and tarry not! | | | | | | | |
454 | O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour | | | | | | | |
455 | O for the happy hour when God | | | | | | | |
456 | Come and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
457 | Come, Thou high and lofty Lord, Lowly, meek incarnate word | | | | | | | |
458 | Let us join, 'tis as God commands | | | | | | | |
459 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
460 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
461 | Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own | | | | | | | |
462 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
463 | My God, what silken [gentle] cords are thine | | | | | | | |
464 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
465 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
466 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
467 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
468 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
469 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
470 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
471 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
472 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
473 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
474 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
475 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
476 | How happy, gracious Lord, are we | | | | | | | |
477 | O when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | | | |
478 | I long to behold him arrayed with glory | | | | | | | |
479 | Lift your eyes of faith and see | | | | | | | |
480 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
481 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
482 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
483 | My thoughts surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
484 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
485 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
486 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
487 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
488 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
489 | The saints who die of Christ possessed | | | | | | | |
490 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
491 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
492 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
493 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
494 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
495 | Hosanna to God In his highest [mighty] abode | | | | | | | |
496 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
497 | If death my [our] friend [friends] and me [us] divide | | | | | | | |
498 | The church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
499 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
500 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |