# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
602 | Behold! long wish'd-for spring has come | | | | | | | |
603 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
604 | The spring, great God, at thy command | | | | | | | |
605 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
606 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
607 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
608 | God of our lives! thy constant care | | | | | | | |
609 | God of my life, to thee belong | | | | | | | |
610 | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | | | |
611 | Once more my eyes behold the day | | | | | | | |
612 | God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
613 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
614 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
615 | Hosannah with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
616 | Lord of my life! O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
617 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
618 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
619 | Great God! my early vows to thee | | | | | | | |
620 | To thee, let my first off'rings rise | | | | | | | |
621 | Awake, my soul! and with the sun | | | | | | | |
622 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
623 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
624 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
625 | Our Sabbaths come so welcome on | | | | | | | |
626 | On this sweet morn my Lord arose | | | | | | | |
627 | Come, dearest Lord, and feed thy sheep | | | | | | | |
628 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
629 | Thus far the Lord has lead me on | | | | | | | |
630 | Another fleeting day is gone | | | | | | | |
631 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
632 | Omnipresent God, whose aid | | | | | | | |
633 | O Lord, another day has flown | | | | | | | |
634 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
635 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
636 | What if death my sleep invade? | | | | | | | |
637 | Now from the altar of my our hearts | | | | | | | |
638 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
639 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
640 | Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song | | | | | | | |
641 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
642 | Lord! thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
643 | God of my life, to thee | | | | | | | |
644 | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | | | |
645 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
646 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
647 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
648 | Peace be on this house bestow'd | | | | | | | |
649 | And let our bodies part | | | | | | | |
650 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
651 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
652 | Happy is he whose early years | | | | | | | |
653 | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
654 | Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
655 | Behold, O Israel's God | | | | | | | |
656 | My flying years, time urges on | | | | | | | |
657 | Thou God of sov'reign grace | | | | | | | |
658 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
659 | Now, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
660 | I and my house will serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
661 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
662 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
663 | The gold and silver are the Lord's | | | | | | | |
664 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
665 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
666 | Blest is the man whose heart expands | | | | | | | |
667 | Now let our hearts conspire to raise | | | | | | | |
668 | Great God, accept our songs of praise | | | | | | | |
669 | O what a pleasure 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
670 | Once more we keep the sacred day | | | | | | | |
671 | Lord, in the days of youth | | | | | | | |
672 | Lord! I am pain'd; but I resign | | | | | | | |
673 | When mortal man resigns his breath | | | | | | | |
674 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
675 | Just o'er the grave I hung | | | | | | | |
676 | 'Tis hard to part with those we love | | | | | | | |
677 | My soul, the awful hour will come | | | | | | | |
678 | How vast is the tribute I owe | | | | | | | |
679 | Firm was my health, my day was bright | | | | | | | |
680 | I love the Lord; he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
681 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
682 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
683 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
684 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
685 | Praise, happy land! Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
686 | In vain opposing nations rage | | | | | | | |
687 | God, to correct the world | | | | | | | |
688 | On thee, great Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
689 | While Justice waves her vengeful hand | | | | | | | |
690 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
691 | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
692 | O may the pow'r which melts the rock | | | | | | | |
693 | Peace! the welcome sound proclaim | | | | | | | |
694 | The Lord among the mighty stands | | | | | | | |
695 | Absurd and vain attempt! to bind | | | | | | | |
696 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
697 | Where are the dead?--in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
698 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
699 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
700 | Whence has the world her magic pow'r? | | | | | | | |