# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | O for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
202 | Come, gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
203 | Come, O thou King of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
204 | Thou dearest object of my love | | | | | | | |
205 | Thy gracious presence, O my God | | | | | | | |
206 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
207 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
208 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
209 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
210 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
211 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
212 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
213 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
214 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
215 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
216 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
217 | Gently, Lord, O, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
218 | How honored is the place | | | | | | | |
219 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
220 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
221 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
222 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
223 | O Zion! afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
224 | Far as thy name is known | | | | | | | |
225 | In one fraternal bond of love | | | | | | | |
226 | How blest the sacred tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
227 | Let saints below in concert sing | | | | | | | |
228 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
229 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
230 | How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight | | | | | | | |
231 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
232 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
233 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
234 | "Go, preach the gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
235 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
236 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
237 | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
238 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
239 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
240 | Gird thy sword on, mighty Saviour | | | | | | | |
241 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
242 | Behold, the heathen waits to know | | | | | | | |
243 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
244 | Rise, Sun of glory, rise | | | | | | | |
245 | O Lord our God, arise | | | | | | | |
246 | Zion, awake; thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
247 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
248 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
249 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
250 | Shine, mighty God, on Zion shine | | | | | | | |
251 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
252 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
253 | Wake the song of jubilee! | | | | | | | |
254 | Lord, send thy servants forth | | | | | | | |
255 | Who are these that come from far | | | | | | | |
256 | From all who dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
257 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
258 | How happy is the child who hears | | | | | | | |
259 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
260 | O Lord, behold us at thy feet | | | | | | | |
261 | How can we see the children, Lord | | | | | | | |
262 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
263 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring is bright | | | | | | | |
264 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
265 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
266 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
267 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
268 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
269 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
270 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
271 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
272 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
273 | Serene I laid me down | | | | | | | |
274 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
275 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
276 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
277 | God of the morning, at thy voice | | | | | | | |
278 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
279 | Thine early Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
280 | This sacred day, great God, we close | | | | | | | |
281 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
282 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
283 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
284 | Another day is past, The hours forever fled | | | | | | | |
285 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
286 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
287 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
288 | See, daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean | | | | | | | |
289 | Now from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
290 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
291 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
292 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
293 | From whence doth the union arise | | | | | | | |
294 | While in the world we yet remain | | | | | | | |
295 | O, weep not for the joys that fade | | | | | | | |
296 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
297 | God of our lives, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
298 | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
299 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
300 | Come, let us anew, Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |