# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
300 | What is life? 'Tis but a vapor | | | | | | | |
301 | Ye angels who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
302 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
303 | O Lord of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
304 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
305 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
306 | Thy name, almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands | | | | | | | |
307 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
308 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
309 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
310 | My soul, how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
311 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
312 | Think, mighty God, on feeble man | | | | | | | |
313 | I love the volumes of thy word | | | | | | | |
314 | O! weep not for the joys that fade | | | | | | | |
315 | Child of sin and sorrow, Fill'd with dismay | | | | | | | |
316 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
317 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
318 | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
319 | Thou art gone to the grave; But we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
320 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
321 | O thou that hearest pray'r | | | | | | | |
322 | Where is my Saviour now | | | | | | | |
323 | Before thy awful throne | | | | | | | |
324 | High o'er the heav'n of heav'ns I saw, and trembled | | | | | | | |
325 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
326 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
327 | My Saviour, my Almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
328 | Sing, all ye ransom'd of the Lord | | | | | | | |
329 | I would not live always, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
330 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
331 | O God of our salvation | | | | | | | |
332 | While India's sons and daughters | | | | | | | |
333 | The sound of salvation is echo'd afar | | | | | | | |
334 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
335 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
336 | Weary of wan'dring from my God | | | | | | | |
337 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
337b | Through the day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
338 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
339 | Saviour, when in dust, to thee | SINNERS TURN, WHY WILL YE DIE? | | | | | | |
340 | To the Father, to the Son | | | | | | | |
341 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
342 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
343 | Ye who in his courts are found | | | | | | | |
344 | Bread of heav'n! on thee I feed | | | | | | | |
345 | O, 'tis sweet to mingle, where | | | | | | | |
346 | My God preserve my soul | | | | | | | |
347 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
348 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
349 | Far from earth retreating | | | | | | | |
350 | 'Mid the wide commotion | | | | | | | |
351 | Soft and holy is the place | | | | | | | |
352 | Angels roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
353 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
354 | Parting soul, the floods await thee | | | | | | | |
355 | Why lament the Christian dying? | | | | | | | |
356 | Dread Jehovah! God of nations | | | | | | | |
357 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
358 | Before thy footstool kneeling | | | | | | | |
359 | In time of tribulation, Hear, Lord, my feeble cries | | | | | | | |
360 | Before thy cross lamenting | | | | | | | |
361 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
362 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! | | | | | | | |
363 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
364 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
365 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
366 | May the grace of Christ o'erflowing | | | | | | | |
367 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
368 | The happy in Jesus may rest | | | | | | | |
369 | O come, let us sing to the Lord | | | | | | | |
370 | How long shall virtue languish? | | | | | | | |
371 | Come let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
372 | O Jesus divine, My Lord and my God | | | | | | | |
373 | Come thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
374 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
375 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
376 | To thee, when call'd awhile to part | | | | | | | |
377 | Heav'n is the place where troubles cease | | | | | | | |
378 | The Saviour suffers us to come | | | | | | | |
379 | How blest the minds which daily rise | | | | | | | |
380 | Forgive my folly, O Lord most holy | | | | | | | |
381 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
382 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
384 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
385 | Another day has pass'd along | | | | | | | |
387 | To bless the Lord our God in strains divine | | | | | | | |
389 | Rejoice in the Lord, Believe in his word | | | | | | | |
390 | O Jesus our King, These offerings we bring | | | | | | | |
394 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
395 | O! bless the silent heralds Lord | | | | | | | |
396 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
397 | Be joyful in God all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
398 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
399 | Wake, Isles of the South, your redemption is near! | | | | | | | |
400 | Shepherd, while thy flocks are feeding | | | | | | | |