# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
312 | My times are in Thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
313 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
315 | Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good | | | | | | | |
316 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
318 | Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin | | | | | | | |
319 | I know not why God's wondrous grace to me | | | | | | | |
320 | Oft there comes a wondrous message | | | | | | | |
321 | Safe is my refuge, sweet is my rest | | | | | | | |
322 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
323 | Art thou sunk in depths of sorrow | | | | | | | |
324 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
325 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter | | | | | | | |
326 | Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine | | | | | | | |
327 | Oft I hear a gentle whisper o'er me stealing | | | | | | | |
328 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
329 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
330 | My Jesus [Father] [Savior], as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
332 | O soul, are you weary and troubled | | | | | | | |
333 | A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord | | | | | | | |
334 | Lord Jesu [Jesus], think on me | | | | | | | |
335 | Jesus, what a Friend for sinners | | | | | | | |
336 | The cross that he gave may be heavy | | | | | | | |
337 | Encamped along the hills of light | | | | | | | |
338 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
339 | The redeemed of the Lord shall return to Zion | | | | | | | |
340 | As pants the hart for cooling flood [springs] [streams] | | | | | | | |
341 | Come, come, ye saints, no toil nor labor fear | | | | | | | |
342 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
343 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
344 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
345 | A pilgrim was I and awandering | | | | | | | |
346 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie | | | | | | | |
347 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
348 | Teach me thy way, O Lord, teach me thy way | | | | | | | |
349 | 'Tis so sweet to walk with Jesus step by step | | | | | | | |
350 | Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go | | | | | | | |
352 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
353 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
354 | There's a battle raging in the heavenly places | | | | | | | |
355 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
356 | Conquering now and still to conquer, Rideth a King | | | | | | | |
357 | Christian, gird the armor on | | | | | | | |
358 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
359 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
360 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
361 | Fainting soldier of the Lord | | | | | | | |
362 | Others saw the giants | | | | | | | |
363 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
364 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
365 | Cross of Christ, lead onward | | | | | | | |
366 | There's a royal banner given for display | | | | | | | |
367 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
368 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
369 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
370 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
371 | We rest on thee, our shield and our defender | | | | | | | |
372 | Hear the Lord of harvest sweetly calling | | | | | | | |
373 | Lord, speak to me [us] that I [we] may speak | | | | | | | |
374 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |
375 | How I praise thee, precious Savior | | | | | | | |
376 | Out in the highways and by ways of life | | | | | | | |
377 | Thou who the night in prayer didst spend And then thy twelve apostles send | | | | | | | |
378 | Ho reapers in the whitened harvest oft feeble faint and few | | | | | | | |
379 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
380 | O Master, let me walk with thee [you] | | | | | | | |
381 | Rise up, O men [man] [youth] of God | | | | | | | |
383 | When all my [the] labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
384 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
385 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
386 | Some day the silver cord will break, and I | | | | | | | |
387 | Face to face with Christ my Savior | | | | | | | |
388 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
389 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
390 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
391 | In the land of fadeless day | | | | | | | |
392 | I shall see the King in his beauty, In the land | | | | | | | |
393 | When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide | | | | | | | |
394 | Love divine, so great and wondrous | | | | | | | |
395 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
396 | Christ is made the sure foundation | | | | | | | |
397 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
398 | Jesus only is our message | | | | | | | |
399 | Renew thy church, her ministries restore | | | | | | | |
400 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
401 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
402 | For all thy [the] saints, who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
403 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
404 | O Word of God incarnate | | | | | | | |
405 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
407 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
408 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
409 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
410 | Thy word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
411 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
412 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
413 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
414 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
415 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
416 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
417 | Friend of the home, as when in Galilee | | | | | | | |