# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Immortal God, on thee we call | | | | | | | |
302 | My God, the visits of thy face | | | | | | | |
303 | My God, what silken cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
304 | Grace, 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
305 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
306 | Before the world was made | | | | | | | |
307 | God is our Refuge and Defense | | | | | | | |
308 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
309 | High on the mountain's towering head | | | | | | | |
310 | By faith may Jesus dwell | | | | | | | |
311 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
312 | Awake, our souls; away our fears | | | | | | | |
313 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
314 | The Lord appears my Helper now | | | | | | | |
315 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
316 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
317 | Almighty and immortal King | | | | | | | |
318 | Those happy realms of joy and peace | | | | | | | |
319 | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
320 | Lord, when my thoughts, delighted, rove | | | | | | | |
321 | Arise! expand your wings | | | | | | | |
322 | Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave | | | | | | | |
323 | O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays | | | | | | | |
324 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
325 | Bear me, ye spirits of the blest | | | | | | | |
326 | Eternal Source of joys divine | | | | | | | |
327 | God is my strong Salvation | | | | | | | |
328 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
329 | O thou, the wretched's sure Retreat | | | | | | | |
330 | My Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
331 | Hear me, O Lord, in my distress | | | | | | | |
332 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
333 | Show mercy, Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
334 | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
335 | While I keep silence, and conceal | | | | | | | |
336 | God of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
337 | My spirit longs its rest to find | | | | | | | |
338 | O charity, thou heavenly grace | | | | | | | |
339 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
340 | Blest is the man whose tender care | | | | | | | |
341 | Hail, love divine! joys ever new | | | | | | | |
342 | Blest is the man whose tender heart | | | | | | | |
343 | Love is the strongest tie | | | | | | | |
344 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
345 | Friendship, 'tis the gift of Heaven | | | | | | | |
346 | Spirit of bright, expanded wing | | | | | | | |
347 | How pleasing is the scene, how sweet | | | | | | | |
348 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
349 | In friendship pure, a sun divine | | | | | | | |
350 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
351 | Daughters of pity, tune the lay | | | | | | | |
352 | Thus saith the first and great command | | | | | | | |
353 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
354 | All nature feels attractive power | | | | | | | |
355 | God of our mercy and our praise | | | | | | | |
356 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
357 | Immortal Source of light and grace | | | | | | | |
358 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
359 | How blest is man, O God | | | | | | | |
360 | When Jesus, our great Master, came | | | | | | | |
361 | Long have we heard the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
362 | When gloomy thoughts and boding fears | | | | | | | |
363 | A youth devoted to the Lord | | | | | | | |
364 | O what a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
365 | God is our Refuge in distress | | | | | | | |
366 | Blest are the men of broken heart | | | | | | | |
367 | O happy is the man, who hears | | | | | | | |
368 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
369 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
370 | Lord, when I call, make haste to hear | | | | | | | |
371 | Author of good, we rest on thee | | | | | | | |
372 | Teach me, O teach me, Lord, thy way | | | | | | | |
373 | Thou art my Portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
374 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
375 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
376 | Attend, my soul, with filial awe | | | | | | | |
377 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
378 | Patience! O what a grace divine | | | | | | | |
379 | Peace, my complaining, doubting heart | | | | | | | |
380 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
381 | O resignation, heavenly power | | | | | | | |
382 | O Lord, my best desire fulfil | | | | | | | |
383 | Calm my soul, behold thy Saviour! | | | | | | | |
384 | To calm the sorrows of the mind | | | | | | | |
385 | O God, to thee we raise our eyes | | | | | | | |
386 | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
387 | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | | | |
388 | The trifling joys this world can give | | | | | | | |
389 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
390 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
391 | Absurd and vain attempt to bind | | | | | | | |
392 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
393 | Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
394 | My Father, I adore | | | | | | | |
395 | Arise, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
396 | Father of light, conduct my feet | | | | | | | |
397 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
398 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
399 | How many millions draw their breath | | | | | | | |
400 | Glory to God that walks the sky | | | | | | | |