# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
602 | How happy they who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
603 | Eternal God, our wondering souls | | | | | | | |
604 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
605 | My God, I thank thee: may no thought | | | | | | | |
606 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
607 | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
608 | Supreme in wisdom, as in power | | | | | | | |
609 | How blest the man whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
610 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
611 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
612 | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
613 | O, cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
614 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
615 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
616 | Forever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
617 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
618 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
619 | Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
620 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
621 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
622 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
623 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? | | | | | | | |
624 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
625 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
626 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
627 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
628 | Why, O my soul, O, why depressed | | | | | | | |
629 | My thoughts surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
630 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
631 | Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme | | | | | | | |
632 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
633 | Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice | | | | | | | |
634 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
635 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
636 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
637 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
638 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
639 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
640 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
641 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
642 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
643 | A throne of grace, then let us go | | | | | | | |
644 | Come, let us pray; 'tis sweet to feel | | | | | | | |
645 | Come, praying souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
646 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
647 | Father of all our mercies, thou | | | | | | | |
648 | My God, my prayer attend | | | | | | | |
649 | Eternal Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
650 | Our heavenly Father, hear | | | | | | | |
651 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
652 | Saviour, when in dust, to thee | | | | | | | |
653 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
654 | Thou boundless Source of every good | | | | | | | |
655 | My God, permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
656 | O, help us, Lord; each hour of need | | | | | | | |
657 | Lord, through the dubious paths of life | | | | | | | |
658 | Our Father, God, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
659 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
660 | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
661 | O, could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
662 | My Saviour, fill my soul | | | | | | | |
663 | O, for a heart to praise my God! | | | | | | | |
664 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
665 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
666 | "Remember me," my Saviour God | | | | | | | |
667 | O thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
668 | Lord, help me to resign | | | | | | | |
669 | O that thy statutes every hour | | | | | | | |
670 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
671 | Permit me, Lord, to seek thy face | | | | | | | |
672 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
673 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
674 | Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly | | | | | | | |
675 | Shepherd divine, our wants relieve | | | | | | | |
676 | O God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
677 | Thou Fount of blessing, God of love | | | | | | | |
678 | Father, who in the olive shade | | | | | | | |
679 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
680 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
681 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
682 | Mine eyes and my desire | | | | | | | |
683 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
684 | O, where is now that glowing love | | | | | | | |
685 | Where is my Saviour now | | | | | | | |
686 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
687 | The awful message came | | | | | | | |
688 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
689 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
690 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
691 | O for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
692 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
693 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
694 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
695 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
696 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
697 | How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight | | | | | | | |
698 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
699 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
700 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |