# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
802 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
803 | Gracious Redeemer, shake | | | | | | | |
804 | Come, my soul! thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
805 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
806 | Stealing from the world away | | | | | | | |
807 | Guide me, oh, thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
808 | Lead us, heavenly Father! lead us | | | | | | | |
809 | Blest is the man, whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
810 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
811 | Bright Source of everlasting love! | | | | | | | |
812 | Lord! lead the way the Savior went | | | | | | | |
813 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
814 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
815 | My gracious Lord! I own thy right | | | | | | | |
816 | The gold and silver are the Lord's | | | | | | | |
817 | God guard the poor! we may not see | | | | | | | |
818 | Go labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
819 | Blest is the man whose heart doth move | | | | | | | |
820 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
821 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
822 | Laborers of Christ! arise | | | | | | | |
823 | Make haste, oh man, to live | | | | | | | |
824 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
825 | Cheer thee, brother--art thou weary | | | | | | | |
826 | God gave us each a talent | | | | | | | |
827 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
828 | Father, hear the prayer we offer! | | | | | | | |
829 | Cast thy bread upon the waters | | | | | | | |
830 | Lord, thou callest for the workers | | | | | | | |
831 | With my substance I will honor | | | | | | | |
832 | Vain were all our toil and labor | | | | | | | |
833 | In the harvest field there is work to do | | | | | | | |
834 | One more day's work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
835 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
836 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
837 | Still on the Lord thy burden roll | | | | | | | |
838 | Since all the changing varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
839 | Rejoice, my soul, still in the Lord | | | | | | | |
840 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
841 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
842 | My God, my Father!-- blissful name! | | | | | | | |
843 | One prayer I have--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
844 | Thy way, O God! is in the sea | | | | | | | |
845 | O Lord! my best desire fulfill | | | | | | | |
846 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
847 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
848 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
849 | God is the Refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
850 | Hast thou within a care so deep | | | | | | | |
851 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
852 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
853 | Wait, oh, my soul! thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
854 | God of my life, whose gracious power | | | | | | | |
855 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
856 | My spirit on thy care | | | | | | | |
857 | "My times are in thy hand" | | | | | | | |
858 | Oh, what, if we are Christ's | | | | | | | |
859 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
860 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
861 | Cast thy burden on the Lord | | | | | | | |
862 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
863 | Wait, my soul! upon the Lord, | | | | | | | |
864 | Lord Jesus, as thou wilt! | | | | | | | |
865 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
866 | Oh, eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
867 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
868 | Come, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
869 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
870 | When waves of trouble round me swell | | | | | | | |
871 | Jesus, in sickness and in pain | | | | | | | |
872 | O God, to thee my sinking soul | | | | | | | |
873 | Thy gracious presence, oh, my God! | | | | | | | |
874 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
875 | Oh, thou who driest the mourner's tear! | | | | | | | |
876 | In thy rebuke, all-gracious God | | | | | | | |
877 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
878 | My God and Father! while I stray | | | | | | | |
879 | Oh, deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
880 | If life in sorrow must be spent | | | | | | | |
881 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
882 | Lord, unafflicted, undismayed | | | | | | | |
883 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
884 | When, overwhelm'd with grief | | | | | | | |
885 | It is thy hand, my God! | | | | | | | |
886 | Thou very present Aid | | | | | | | |
887 | If, through unruffled seas | | | | | | | |
888 | Along my earthly way | | | | | | | |
889 | A mother may forgetful be | | | | | | | |
890 | How honorable is the place | | | | | | | |
891 | Oh! where are the kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
892 | With stately towers and bulwarks strong | | | | | | | |
893 | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
894 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
895 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
896 | Awake, Jerusalem, awake! | | | | | | | |
897 | Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
898 | Great Lord of all thy churches! hear | | | | | | | |
899 | Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
900 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts! arise | | | | | | | |