# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
502 | From thy dear, pierced side | | | | | | | |
503 | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
504 | O Lord, when billows o'er me rise | | | | | | | |
505 | Faith is a precious grace | | | | | | | |
506 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
507 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
508 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
509 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
510 | 'Tis faith that lays the sinner low | | | | | | | |
511 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
512 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
513 | If on a quiet sea | | | | | | | |
514 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
515 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
516 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
517 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
518 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
519 | Lord, I approach the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
520 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
521 | Out of the deeps, O Lord, we call | | | | | | | |
522 | O turn, great Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
523 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
524 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
525 | Soft be the gently- breathing notes | | | | | | | |
526 | Why droops my soul, with grief oppressed? | | | | | | | |
527 | Unto thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
528 | Weeping saint, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
529 | Great God, wert thou extreme to mark | | | | | | | |
530 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
531 | Here at thy cross, incarnate God | | | | | | | |
532 | In vain the world's alluring smile | | | | | | | |
533 | Ye earthly vanities, depart | | | | | | | |
534 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
535 | This world would be a wilderness | | | | | | | |
536 | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |
537 | O Lord, thou art my Lord | | | | | | | |
538 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
539 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
540 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
541 | Source of eternal joys divine | | | | | | | |
542 | I languish for a sight | | | | | | | |
543 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
544 | Hail, everlasting Spring! | | | | | | | |
545 | When sorrows round us roll | | | | | | | |
546 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
547 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
548 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
549 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
550 | In vain we lavish out our lives | | | | | | | |
551 | Bright was the guiding star, that led | | | | | | | |
552 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
553 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
554 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
555 | Behold the Lamb of God, who bore | | | | | | | |
556 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
557 | O Saviour, welcome to my heart | | | | | | | |
558 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
559 | Thou Lord of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
560 | Still on the Lord thy burden roll | | | | | | | |
561 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
562 | Our God, how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
563 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
564 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
565 | The God of grace and glory calls | | | | | | | |
566 | O Lord, if in the book of life | | | | | | | |
567 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
568 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
569 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
570 | O Father, good or evil send | | | | | | | |
571 | Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll | | | | | | | |
572 | Naked, as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
573 | Lord, my times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
574 | Yes, God himself hath sworn | | | | | | | |
575 | In vain my roving thoughts would find | | | | | | | |
576 | Be thou, O Lord, my treasure here | | | | | | | |
577 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
578 | How happy is the Christian's state! | | | | | | | |
579 | I'll think upon the woes | | | | | | | |
580 | O, lay not up upon this earth | | | | | | | |
581 | Submissive to thy will, my God | | | | | | | |
582 | I cannot call affliction sweet | | | | | | | |
583 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
584 | Bereft of all, when hopeless care | | | | | | | |
585 | O, let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
586 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
587 | It is the Lord, enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
588 | Author of good, to thee we turn | | | | | | | |
589 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
590 | Consider all my sorrows, Lord | | | | | | | |
591 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
592 | What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe | | | | | | | |
593 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
594 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
595 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
596 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
597 | O God, to thee my sinking soul | | | | | | | |
598 | How sweet on thy bosom to rest | | | | | | | |
599 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
600 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |