# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | O Thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
402 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
403 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
404 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
405 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
406 | O Thou, to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
407 | In vain I search creation o'er | | | | | | | |
408 | See, gracious God! before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
409 | Thee we adore, eternal name! | | | | | | | |
410 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
411 | Thou, O my Jesus, thou didst me | | | | | | | |
412 | Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
413 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
414 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
415 | O help us Lord! each hour of need | | | | | | | |
416 | Thou Grace divine, encircling all! | | | | | | | |
417 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
418 | Come, ye that know and fear the Lord! | | | | | | | |
419 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
420 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
421 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
422 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
423 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
424 | Here in Thy presence holy God | | | | | | | |
425 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
426 | Christ leads me through no darker rooms | | | | | | | |
427 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
428 | To Christ, in each fresh hour of woe | | | | | | | |
429 | In Thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
430 | Come let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
431 | Jesus, the only thought of Thee | | | | | | | |
432 | Within these doors assembled now | | | | | | | |
433 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
434 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
435 | As by the light of opening day | | | | | | | |
436 | I was a groveling creature once | | | | | | | |
437 | When morning's first and hallowed ray | | | | | | | |
438 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
439 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
440 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
441 | In Thee, great God, with songs of praise | | | | | | | |
442 | O, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
443 | There is a way that seemeth right | | | | | | | |
444 | Return, O wand'rer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
445 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
446 | There's not a star whose twinkling light | | | | | | | |
447 | Before the rosy dawn of day | | | | | | | |
448 | As o'er the past my mem'ry strays | | | | | | | |
449 | One more petition, O our God | | | | | | | |
450 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
451 | I saw One hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
452 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
453 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
454 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
455 | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |
456 | Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
457 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
458 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
459 | Happy's the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
460 | Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou | | | | | | | |
461 | Quench not the Spirit of the Lord | | | | | | | |
462 | O, how love I Thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
463 | Not in the church-yard shall he sleep | | | | | | | |
464 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
465 | O God, my heart is fully bent | | | | | | | |
466 | Great is the Lord; His works of might | | | | | | | |
467 | O God, we praise Thee, and confess | | | | | | | |
468 | No change of time shall ever shock | | | | | | | |
469 | From Thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
470 | Begin the high, celestial strain | | | | | | | |
471 | There's not a star whose twinkling light | | | | | | | |
472 | Eternal Spirit! God of truth | | | | | | | |
473 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
474 | The glorious universe around | | | | | | | |
475 | O Thou, the heaven's eternal King! | | | | | | | |
476 | How sweet the ev'ning shadows fall | | | | | | | |
477 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
478 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
479 | O most delightful hour by man | | | | | | | |
480 | Be Thou, my God, by night, by day | | | | | | | |
481 | Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail | | | | | | | |
482 | O pure reformers! not in vain | | | | | | | |
483 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
484 | O, for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
485 | From busy toil and heavy care | | | | | | | |
486 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
487 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
488 | She loved her Saviour, and to Him | | | | | | | |
489 | Delightful work, young souls to win | | | | | | | |
490 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
491 | Lift up to God, the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
492 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
493 | Earth has engrossed my love too long! | | | | | | | |
494 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
495 | O dearest Lamb, take Thou my heart! | | | | | | | |
496 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
497 | O happy land! O happy land! | | | | | | | |
498 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
499 | Jesus, assembled in Thy name | | | | | | | |
500 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |