# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | O, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
202 | O come and dwell in me | | | | | | | |
203 | Love Divine, all loves excelling | | | | | | | |
204 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
205 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
206 | Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above! | | | | | | | |
207 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
208 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
209 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
210 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
211 | My Saviour, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
212 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
213 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
214 | Soldiers of Christ, arise! | | | | | | | |
215 | Head of the church triumphant | | | | | | | |
216 | Lord, if thou the grace impart | | | | | | | |
217 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
218 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
219 | Gracious Redeemer, shake | | | | | | | |
220 | Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly | | | | | | | |
221 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
222 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
223 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
224 | God of almighty love | | | | | | | |
225 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
226 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
227 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
228 | My soul, with all thy waken'd powers | | | | | | | |
229 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
230 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
231 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
232 | O God of Abram! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
233 | Father! I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
234 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
235 | Tho' trouble assail, And dangers affright | | | | | | | |
236 | Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
237 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
238 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
239 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
240 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
241 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
242 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
243 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
244 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
245 | Hark! from the tomb a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
246 | 'Tis but a short uncertain space | | | | | | | |
247 | Young though in years we be | | | | | | | |
248 | The rose-bud yet unblown may lie | | | | | | | |
249 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
250 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
251 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
252 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish | | | | | | | |
253 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
254 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
255 | Farewell, brother! deep and lowly | | | | | | | |
256 | Rest from thy labours, rest | | | | | | | |
257 | Weep, little children, weep | | | | | | | |
258 | As bowed by sudden storms, the rose | | | | | | | |
259 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
260 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
261 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
262 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
263 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
264 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
265 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
266 | Go to thy rest, my child | | | | | | | |
267 | Hark to the solemn bell | | | | | | | |
268 | Calm, on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
269 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
270 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
271 | O Thou that wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
272 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
273 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
274 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
275 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
276 | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
277 | How dreadful, Lord, will be the day | | | | | | | |
278 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
279 | Little travellers Zionward | | | | | | | |
280 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
281 | What is life? 'tis but a vapour | | | | | | | |
282 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
283 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
284 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
285 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
286 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
287 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
288 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
289 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
290 | O what hath Jesus bought for me! | | | | | | | |
291 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
292 | What is there here to court my stay | | | | | | | |
293 | O what a blessed hope is ours! | | | | | | | |
294 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
295 | How long sometimes a day appears! | | | | | | | |
296 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
297 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
298 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
299 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
300 | "Remember thy Creator" | | | | | | | |