# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
202 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
203 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
204 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
205 | O thou, who camest from above | | | | | | | |
206 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
207 | "I the good fight have fought" | | | | | | | |
208 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
209 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
210 | Soldiers of Christ, arise! | | | | | | | |
211 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
212 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
213 | Father, to thee my soul I lift | | | | | | | |
214 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
215 | Jesus, let all thy lovers shine | | | | | | | |
216 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
217 | Away! my needless fears | | | | | | | |
218 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
219 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
220 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
221 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
222 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
223 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
224 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | | | |
225 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
226 | Awake my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
227 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
228 | God of almighty love | | | | | | | |
229 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
230 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
231 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
232 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
233 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
234 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
235 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
236 | Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine | | | | | | | |
237 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
238 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
239 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
240 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | | | | | | | |
241 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
242 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
243 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
244 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
245 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
246 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
247 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! | | | | | | | |
248 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
249 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
250 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
251 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
252 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
253 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
254 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
255 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
256 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
257 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
258 | Thee we adore, eternal Name! | | | | | | | |
259 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
260 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
261 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
262 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
263 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
264 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
265 | O thou that wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
266 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
267 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
268 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
269 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
270 | What are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
271 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
272 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
273 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
274 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
275 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
276 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
277 | Thou art gone to the grave-- but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
278 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
279 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
280 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
281 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
282 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
283 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
284 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
285 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
286 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
287 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
288 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
289 | Let everlasting glories crown | | | | | | | |
290 | And will the great, eternal God | | | | | | | |
291 | Behold the sure foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
292 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
293 | Almighty God, we to thy praise | | | | | | | |
294 | Father of lights! with one accord | | | | | | | |
295 | Father of lights! thy name | | | | | | | |
296 | Father of mercies, hear our prayers | | | | | | | |
297 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
298 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise! | | | | | | | |
299 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
300 | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |