# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
[99] | While verdant hill and blooming vale | | | | | | | |
100 | Father of mercies! send thy grace | | | | | | | |
101 | Blessed is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
102 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
103 | See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
104 | Come, weary souls, with sins distrest | | | | | | | |
105 | Friend of the friendless and the faint! | | | | | | | |
106 | With concious guilt and bleeding heart | | | | | | | |
107 | Why will ye waste, on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
108 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
109 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
110 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! | | | | | | | |
111 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
112 | Almighty Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
113 | My God, my life, my love! | | | | | | | |
114 | Thou God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
115 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
117 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
118 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
119 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
120 | If, through unruffled seas | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
[122a] | Haste, O sinner, now be wise | | | | | | | |
122b | O Jesus, not for pride | | | | | | | |
123 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
124 | Lord, teach us how to pray | | | | | | | |
125 | Thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
126 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
[127] | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
128 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
129 | Saints with pious zeal attending | | | | | | | |
130 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
131 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
132 | Lord, in the days of youth | | | | | | | |
133 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
134 | Lord! I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
135 | The pure and peaceful mind | | | | | | | |
136 | Thine early Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
137 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
138 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | | | |
139 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
140 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
141 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
142 | God of my life, through all its days | | | | | | | |
143 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
144 | On Tabor's top the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
145 | Come, gracious Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
146 | Our Father, here again we raise | | | | | | | |
147 | Say, sinner! hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
148 | Return, O wanderer! now return! | | | | | | | |
149 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
150 | How kind in all his works and ways | | | | | | | |
151 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
152 | There's not a star whose twinkling light | | | | | | | |
153 | Almighty Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
154 | Thou, whom high archangels praise | | | | | | | |
155 | Humble praises, holy Jesus | | | | | | | |
156 | Our Father, full of grace divine | | | | | | | |
157 | Great God! with heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
158 | Gracious God! to thee I pray | | | | | | | |
159 | Teach me, Lord, thy name to know | | | | | | | |
160 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
161 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
162 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
163 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
164 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
165 | This is the field where hidden lies | | | | | | | |
166 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
167 | O thou who hearest when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
168 | There is a land above, All beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
169 | 'Tis Jesus speaks! I fold, says he | | | | | | | |
170 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
171 | Death has been here, and borne away | | | | | | | |
172 | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
173 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
174 | Now we've assembled here | | | | | | | |
175 | Now, children, to God's house repair | | | | | | | |
176 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
177 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
178 | Thy kingdom come! thus day by day | | | | | | | |
179 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
180 | Father! with one accord we stand | | | | | | | |
181 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
182 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
183 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
184 | Great God, our feeble efforts own | | | | | | | |
185 | What cheering words are these! | | | | | | | |
186 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
187 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
188 | Lord dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
189 | Wafted o'er the breast of ocean | | | | | | | |
190 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
191 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
192 | Think, Oh ye who fondly languish | | | | | | | |
193 | Saviour, source of every blessings | | | | | | | |
194 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
195 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
196 | Holy Father! let thy blessing | | | | | | | |
197 | Guide of our youth, O God, we pray | | | | | | | |