# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
600 | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | | | |
601 | Sinners exposed to dreadful woe | | | | | | | |
602 | We have no outward righteousness | | | | | | | |
603 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly place | | | | | | | |
604 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
605 | Servants of God, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
606 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
607 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
608 | Thou very present Aid | | | | | | | |
609 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
610 | Through waves, and clouds, and storms | | | | | | | |
611 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
612 | How sweet the cheering words | | | | | | | |
613 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
614 | "All things are ready," come | | | | | | | |
615 | The Lord forgives thy sins | | | | | | | |
616 | Down to the sacred wave | | | | | | | |
617 | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
618 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
619 | I hear thy word with love | | | | | | | |
620 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
621 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | | | | | | | |
622 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
623 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
624 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
625 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
626 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
627 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
628 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
629 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
630 | No longer far from rest I roam | | | | | | | |
631 | Oh! could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
632 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
633 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
634 | My soul shall praise thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
635 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
636 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
637 | She loved her Saviour, and to him | | | | | | | |
638 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
639 | Grant me within thy courts a place | | | | | | | |
640 | Workman of God, O lose not heart | | | | | | | |
641 | The Saviour, O what endless charms | | | | | | | |
642 | I love to meet where Christians do | | | | | | | |
643 | 'Tis faith that purifies the heart | | | | | | | |
644 | O let triumphant faith dispel | | | | | | | |
645 | O 'tis delight, without alloy | | | | | | | |
646 | O Jesus, we're longing thy face to behold | | | | | | | |
647 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
648 | Make us of one heart and mind | | | | | | | |
649 | The Church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
650 | Coming Saviour, now in faith | | | | | | | |
651 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
652 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
653 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
654 | Holy Bible, Book divine | | | | | | | |
655 | Trusting, my God, in Thee | | | | | | | |
656 | Thou hast said, exalted Jesus | | | | | | | |
657 | Never further than Thy cross | | | | | | | |
658 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
659 | What subdued and conquered me? | | | | | | | |
660 | Here we meet, and here we part | | | | | | | |
661 | Call them in! the poor, the wretched | | | | | | | |
662 | Knocking, knocking, who is there? | | | | | | | |
663 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
664 | Oh, to be nothing, nothing | | | | | | | |
665 | Go bury thy sorrow | | | | | | | |
666 | To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair | | | | | | | |
667 | There is a gate that stands ajar | | | | | | | |
668 | Let all on earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
669 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
670 | "Till He come!" Oh, let the words | | | | | | | |
671 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
672 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
673 | Sweet and precious is the promise | | | | | | | |
674 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
675 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
676 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
677 | I am so glad that our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
678 | Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing | | | | | | | |
679 | Trusting Jesus, day by day | | | | | | | |
680 | The Lord and Saviour will appear | | | | | | | |
S1 | Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name | [Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name] | | | | | | |
S2 | With one consent let all the earth | | | | | | | |
S3 | Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee | | | | | | | |
S4 | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
S5 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
S6 | He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns | MENDON | | | | | | |
S7 | Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue | | | | | | | |
S8 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
S9 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
S10 | My God, accept my early vows | BAVA | | | | | | |
S11 | Saviour of all, to thee we bow | | | | | | | |
S12 | Let all that wait the Coming King | | | | | | | |
S13 | Praise the God, of all creation | | | | | | | |
S14 | May the grace of Christ, the Saviour | | | | | | | |
S15 | Now may he, who from the dead | | | | | | | |
S16 | When, as returns this solemn day | | | | | | | |
S17 | Again the Lord's own day is here | | | | | | | |
S18 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
S19 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |