# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
96 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
97 | Blest Saviour, we thy will obey | | | | | | | |
98 | Happy the man, whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
99 | Spare us, O Lord, aloud we cry | | | | | | | |
100 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
101 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
102 | Shall man, O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
103 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
104 | O shameful cross! on thee was hung | | | | | | | |
105 | The Lord is King! lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
106 | Th' Almighty reigns, exalted high | | | | | | | |
107 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
108 | See mercy, mercy from on high | | | | | | | |
109 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
110 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
111 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
112 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
113 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
114 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
115 | Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
116 | Who shall approach thy holy place | | | | | | | |
117 | There is a God--all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
118 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
119 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love | | | | | | | |
120 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
121 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
122 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
123 | Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name | | | | | | | |
124 | The righteous Lord, supremely great | | | | | | | |
125 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
126 | Bless'd who with gen'rous pity glows | | | | | | | |
127 | Ho! everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
128 | He lives-- the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
129 | Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine! | | | | | | | |
130 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
131 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | CONFIDENCE | | | | | | |
132 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
133 | Those evening bells--those evening bells | | | | | | | |
134 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
135 | Soon will the sleeping martyrs rise | | | | | | | |
136 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
137 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! | | | | | | | |
138 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
139 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
140 | May we, throughout this day of thine | | | | | | | |
141 | No longer far from rest I roam | | | | | | | |
142 | My God, my Father--blissful name | | | | | | | |
143 | Hope of our hearts! O Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
144 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
145 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
146 | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
147 | Repent! the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
148 | Another weary day is past | | | | | | | |
149 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
150 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
151 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
152 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
153 | Shepherds, rejoice; lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
154 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
154.5 | Awake--awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
155 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
156 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
157 | Soon all shall hail our Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
158 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
159 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
160 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
161 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
162 | Time hastens on; ye longing saints | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, thro' the devious paths of life | | | | | | | |
164 | Thou boundless Source of every good | | | | | | | |
165 | The Lord our Saviour will appear | | | | | | | |
166 | O Thou! whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
167 | Ye servants of the living God | | | | | | | |
168 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
169 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
170 | Lo! I behold the scattering shades | | | | | | | |
171 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
172 | Thine oath and promise, mighty God | | | | | | | |
173 | Let us rejoice in Christ the Lord | | | | | | | |
174 | Before thy mercy seat, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
175 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
176 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
177 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
178 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |
179 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
180 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
181 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
182 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
183 | My Father, God! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
184 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
185 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
186 | Sweet is the love that mutual glows | | | | | | | |
187 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
188 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
189 | The Saviour! O, what endless charms | | | | | | | |
190 | Sitting around our Father's board | | | | | | | |
191 | Come, Saviour, let thy tokens prove | | | | | | | |
192 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
193 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
194 | O, what hath Jesus bought for me! | | | | | | | |