# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
500 | Come in, thou blessed, honour'd Lord | | | | | | | |
501 | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
502 | O thou, whose scales the mountains weigh! | | | | | | | |
503 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
504 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
505 | That man is blest who stands in awe | | | | | | | |
506 | Father Divine! thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
507 | Eternal Sire, enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
508 | See! the bright monarch of the day | | | | | | | |
509 | Lord, may thy humble servants here | | | | | | | |
510 | Ye heavy laden'd, come repose | | | | | | | |
511 | While here as wand'ring sheep we stray | | | | | | | |
512 | Who shall tow'rds thy chosen seat | | | | | | | |
513 | Greatest of beings, Source of life | | | | | | | |
514 | When Asia's mighty conqueror died | | | | | | | |
515 | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
516 | A God, a God, the wide earth shouts! | | | | | | | |
517 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
518 | Behold where breathing love divine | | | | | | | |
519 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
520 | My Father!--cheering name! | | | | | | | |
521 | The trav'ller lost in night | | | | | | | |
522 | The gifts indulgent heaven bestows | | | | | | | |
523 | How vast is the tribute I owe | | | | | | | |
524 | Out of the depths of sad distress | | | | | | | |
525 | God of mercy, God of love! | | | | | | | |
526 | God, to correct the world | | | | | | | |
527 | How rich thy gifts, almighty King! | | | | | | | |
528 | Upward we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
529 | What though downy slumbers flee | | | | | | | |
530 | One general song of praise arise | | | | | | | |
531 | In God's eternity | | | | | | | |
532 | O thou, whose power the mountains form'd | | | | | | | |
533 | The thirsty earth receives the rain | | | | | | | |
534 | In social temples here we meet | | | | | | | |
535 | Why should the servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
536 | Let pure devotion rise | | | | | | | |
537 | How great is our Creator God | | | | | | | |
538 | What beauteous visions, clear and bright | | | | | | | |
539 | Behold the living tree | | | | | | | |
540 | To thee, O God, my thoughts ascend | | | | | | | |
541 | Time wings our moments swift away | | | | | | | |
542 | Indulgent God, accept this youth | | | | | | | |
543 | As the good shepherd gently leads | | | | | | | |
544 | At the portals of thy house | | | | | | | |
545 | Come ye, who love the Lord! | | | | | | | |
546 | Give to the Lord, in cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
547 | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
548 | Great God, the heavens' well-order'd frame | | | | | | | |
549 | How precious, Lord, thy holy word! | | | | | | | |
550 | My God! all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
551 | My soul, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
552 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
553 | Eternal Spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
554 | To thee, O God! my pray'r ascends | | | | | | | |
555 | O thou to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
556 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
557 | O thou, who art above all height! | | | | | | | |
558 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
559 | Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone | | | | | | | |
560 | Happy the man, whose wishes climb | | | | | | | |
561 | May all our pow'rs of mind | | | | | | | |
562 | Triumphant arch, that fill'st the sky | | | | | | | |
563 | Praise Nature's King, the God whose glory shines | | | | | | | |
564 | To praise the Lord be our delight | | | | | | | |
565 | Abide with us, the evening shades | | | | | | | |
566 | How short and how fleeting the year | | | | | | | |
567 | How oft on the ocean of life | | | | | | | |
568 | Almighty Author of my frame | | | | | | | |
569 | In vain the world's alluring smile | | | | | | | |
570 | Come, thou desire of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
571 | Show pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! | | | | | | | |
572 | How pleasing is the scene, how sweet! | | | | | | | |
573 | Great God, this sacred day of thine | | | | | | | |
574 | Praise ye the Lord; let praise employ | | | | | | | |
575 | How chang'd the face of nature shows | | | | | | | |
576 | The silent noon of night was past | | | | | | | |
577 | Though faint and sick, and worn away | | | | | | | |
578 | Eternal Pow'r, almighty God | | | | | | | |