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201 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
202 | Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts | | | | | | | |
203 | In heaven the rapturous song began | | | | | | | |
204 | Send forth Thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
205 | Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints! | | | | | | | |
206 | Bright Source of everlasting love | | | | | | | |
207 | Assembled at Thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
208 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
209 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
210 | Messiah! at Thy glad approach | | | | | | | |
211 | The bird let loose in Eastern skies | | | | | | | |
212 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
213 | Jesus, I love Thy charming name | | | | | | | |
214 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
215 | The Saviour! O what endless charms | | | | | | | |
216 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
217 | Dear Saviour, ever at my side | | | | | | | |
218 | Our God, our Help in ages past | | | | | | | |
219 | Oh, speed thee, Christian! on thy way | | | | | | | |
220 | Let saints below in concert sing | | | | | | | |
221 | Oh that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
222 | There is a Fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
223 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
224 | Blessed is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
225 | See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
226 | My God! the Spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
227 | The Lord our God is clothed with might | | | | | | | |
228 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
229 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
230 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
231 | Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
232 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
233 | Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
234 | While Thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
235 | Have I that faith which looks to Christ | | | | | | | |
236 | Great God, Thy penetrating eye | | | | | | | |
237 | Lord, I have made Thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
238 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
239 | I love the Lord; He guides my way | | | | | | | |
240 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
241 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
242 | Hide not thy talent in the earth | | | | | | | |
243 | To our Almighty Maker, God | | | | | | | |
244 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
245 | As once the Saviour took His seat | | | | | | | |
246 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
247 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
248 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
249 | Thou art my hiding-place, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
250 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
251 | Let God the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
252 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
253 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
254 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
255 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
256 | Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
258 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
259 | Prayer is the heart's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
260 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
261 | Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet | | | | | | | |
262 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
263 | How dread are Thine eternal years | | | | | | | |
264 | Oh, where are kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
265 | Still on the Lord thy burden roll | | | | | | | |
266 | We seek a rest beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
267 | Jesus, the vision of Thy face | | | | | | | |
268 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
269 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
270 | The Saviour calls! let every ear | | | | | | | |
271 | On Jordan's stormy bank I stand | | | | | | | |
272 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
273 | Jesus, immortal King! arise | | | | | | | |
274 | Hosanna to our conquering King! | | | | | | | |
275 | Hosanna to the Prince of life | | | | | | | |
276 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
277 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
278 | And can mine eyes, without a tear | | | | | | | |
279 | There is a little, lonely fold | | | | | | | |
280 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
281 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
282 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
283 | How vain are all things here below? | | | | | | | |
284 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
285 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet | | | | | | | |
286 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
287 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
288 | Oh, for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
289 | Come, heavenly Love, inspire my song | | | | | | | |
290 | My Saviour! my almighty Friend! | | | | | | | |
291 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
292 | Good is the Lord, the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
293 | Say, who is she that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
294 | Planted in Christ, the living Vine | | | | | | | |
295 | Thou boundless source of ev'ry good | | | | | | | |
296 | There's nothing round this spacious earth | | | | | | | |
297 | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |
298 | O Thou whose gently chastening hand | | | | | | | |
299 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
300 | In times of peril, pain and strife | | | | | | | |