# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | O Thou Sun of glorious splendor | | | | | | | |
902 | Peace be to this sacred dwelling | | | | | | | |
903 | Mighty God! while angels bless Thee | | | | | | | |
904 | Praise to Thee, thou great Creator! | | | | | | | |
905 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
906 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
907 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
908 | Songs of joy Jehovah giveth | | | | | | | |
909 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
910 | Halleluiah! best and sweetest | | | | | | | |
911 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
912 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
913 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
914 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
915 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
916 | Christian, see! the orient morning | | | | | | | |
917 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
918 | Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
919 | Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming | | | | | | | |
920 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
921 | Lead us, heav'nly Father, lead us | | | | | | | |
922 | At Thy footstool, humbly blending | | | | | | | |
923 | Hallowed cross, my God revealing | | | | | | | |
924 | Lord of glory, who didst honor | | | | | | | |
925 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
926 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
927 | God the Lord a King remaineth | | | | | | | |
928 | Look ye saints;--the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
929 | Tossed no more on life's rough billow | | | | | | | |
930 | Welcome, days of solemn meeting | | | | | | | |
931 | Father, by Thy heavenly blessing | | | | | | | |
932 | While we lowly bow before Thee | | | | | | | |
933 | Gently, Lord, O, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
934 | Come, Thou soul-transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
935 | Thanks we give, and adoration | | | | | | | |
936 | In Thy name, O Lord, assembling | | | | | | | |
937 | Great Jehovah, we adore Thee | | | | | | | |
938 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
939 | Yes--my native land! I love thee | | | | | | | |
940 | Praise the Father, Son, and Spirit | | | | | | | |
941 | Listen, sinner! Mercy hails you! | | | | | | | |
942 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
943 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
944 | No war nor battle's sound | | | | | | | |
945 | The morning had not risen | | | | | | | |
946 | Come, let us sing of Jesus | | | | | | | |
947 | Before Thy cross lamenting | | | | | | | |
948 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
949 | To Father, Son, and Spirit | | | | | | | |
950 | Stand up! stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
951 | On Thibet's snow-capt mountains | | | | | | | |
952 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
953 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean! | | | | | | | |
954 | To Thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
955 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
956 | Rise up all ye believers | | | | | | | |
957 | From ev'ry earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
958 | To Thee, my God, my Saviour | | | | | | | |
959 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
960 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
961 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
962 | Lamb of God, whose dying love | | | | | | | |
963 | Drooping souls, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
964 | Dying souls, fast bound in sin | | | | | | | |
965 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
966 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
967 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
968 | To Thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
969 | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
970 | Auspicious morning, hail! | | | | | | | |
971 | Come, Thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
972 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
973 | Come, all ye saints of God | | | | | | | |
974 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
975 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
976 | What sweet angelic strains | | | | | | | |
977 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
978 | Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
979 | To-day the Saviour calls! | | | | | | | |
980 | To Thee my God I come | | | | | | | |
981 | Sound, sound the truth abroad! | | | | | | | |
982 | Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise | | | | | | | |
983 | Shepherd of tender youth | | | | | | | |
984 | Gone are those great and good | | | | | | | |
985 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
986 | O when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | | | |
987 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
988 | We speak of the realms of the blessed | | | | | | | |
989 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
990 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
991 | O Thou, who hast spread out the skies | | | | | | | |
992 | The winter is over and gone | | | | | | | |
993 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
994 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
995 | I long to behold Him arrayed | | | | | | | |
996 | All praise to the Father, the Son | | | | | | | |
997 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
998 | I'm but a stanger here | | | | | | | |
999 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
1000 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |