# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
399 | Once more with chastened joy | | | | | | | |
400 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
401 | The saints of God! their conflict past | | | | | | | |
402 | Jesus, with thy Church abide | | | | | | | |
403 | From all thy saints in warfare | | | | | | | |
404 | Jesus calls us! o’er the tumult | | | | | | | |
405 | The long descent is o’er | | | | | | | |
406 | All merciful, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
407 | Upon the virgin mother’s breast | | | | | | | |
408 | Praise to the heavenly wisdom | | | | | | | |
409 | O Savior, who in love didst take | | | | | | | |
410 | For all thy saints, O Lord | | | | | | | |
411 | Thou art the way: to thee alone | | | | | | | |
412 | O Son of God, our Captain of Salvation | | | | | | | |
413 | Not far from Jordan’s ford | | | | | | | |
414 | O Rock of ages, one Foundation | | | | | | | |
415 | For ever ours | | | | | | | |
416 | King of saints, to whom the number | | | | | | | |
417 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
418 | Father, before thy throne of light | | | | | | | |
419 | Hark, hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
420 | Who feels not thoughts within him rise | | | | | | | |
421 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
422 | For all the saints who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
423 | How bright these glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
424 | Lo, round the throne, at God’s right hand | | | | | | | |
425 | What are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
426 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
427 | Hark, the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
428 | Fountain of good, to own thy love | | | | | | | |
429 | O Lord of heaven and earth and sea | | | | | | | |
430 | Thou to whom the sick and dying | | | | | | | |
431 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
432 | I go; the poor, my poor are with you still | | | | | | | |
433 | My God, and is thy table spread | | | | | | | |
434 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
435 | Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
436 | I hunger and I thirst | | | | | | | |
437 | Jesus, to thy table led | | | | | | | |
438 | I am not worthy, holy Lord | | | | | | | |
439 | O Holy Father, who in tender love | | | | | | | |
440 | Thou standest at the altar | | | | | | | |
441 | Draw nigh and take the Body of the Lord | | | | | | | |
442 | O God, unseen, yet ever near | | | | | | | |
443 | Not worthy, Lord, to gather up the crumbs | | | | | | | |
444 | Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face | | | | | | | |
445 | Bread of the world in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
446 | Bread of heaven, on thee we feed | | | | | | | |
447 | Lamb of God, whose dying love | | | | | | | |
448 | Sweet feast of love divine | | | | | | | |
449 | Till he come--O let the words | | | | | | | |
450 | Lord, to whom except to thee | | | | | | | |
451 | The King of love my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
452 | O King of mercy, from thy throne on high | | | | | | | |
453 | O Father, who hast given thine only Son | | | | | | | |
454 | God of that glorious gift of grace | | | | | | | |
455 | In token that thou shalt not fear | | | | | | | |
456 | Come, Holy Ghost, descend from high | | | | | | | |
457 | O God our strength, our hope, our rock | | | | | | | |
458 | Jesus, we lift our souls to thee | | | | | | | |
459 | Stand, soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
460 | Hosanna, raise the pealing hymn | | | | | | | |
461 | Come, sing with holy gladness | | | | | | | |
462 | The morning bright | | | | | | | |
463 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
464 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
465 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
466 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; O hear my lowly prayer | | | | | | | |
467 | When the morning paints the skies | | | | | | | |
468 | The hours of work are over | | | | | | | |
469 | Now the day is over | | | | | | | |
470 | Hushed was the evening hymn | | | | | | | |
471 | I love to hear the story | | | | | | | |
472 | Waken, Christian children! | | | | | | | |
473 | The Son of God in mighty love | | | | | | | |
474 | Once in royal David’s city | | | | | | | |
475 | Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
476 | Tread softly; mothers weep for them | | | | | | | |
477 | Behold a little child | | | | | | | |
478 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
479 | I think when I read that sweet story | ROSSLYN | | | | | | |
480 | When Jesus left his Father’s throne | | | | | | | |
481 | When, his salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
482 | It is a thing most wonderful | | | | | | | |
483 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
484 | I sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
485 | Yes, God is good; in earth and sky | | | | | | | |
486 | Thine, Lord, are the blossoms of forest and field | | | | | | | |
487 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
488 | Be present at our table, Lord | | | | | | | |
489 | We come, Lord, to thy feet | | | | | | | |
490 | O Lord, our hearts would give thee praise | | | | | | | |
491 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
492 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
493 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
494 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
495 | Do no sinful action | | | | | | | |
496 | The wise may bring their learning | | | | | | | |
497 | Fair waved the golden corn | | | | | | | |
498 | God of mercy, throned on high | | | | | | | |