# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Ah why this disconsolate frame | | | | | | | |
402 | 'Tis past--the dreadful stormy night | | | | | | | |
403 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
404 | When with my mind devoutly press'd | | | | | | | |
405 | If God had bid his thunders roll | | | | | | | |
406 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
407 | Thou only Sov'reign of my heart | | | | | | | |
408 | To whom, my Saviour, shall I go | | | | | | | |
409 | Beware of Peter's word | | | | | | | |
410 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
411 | Shall I to gain the world's applause | | | | | | | |
412 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
413 | Jesus, our best beloved Friend | | | | | | | |
414 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
415 | People of the living God! | | | | | | | |
416 | When Jesus bade me leave the world | | | | | | | |
417 | Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven | | | | | | | |
418 | The day, the gospel day draws near | | | | | | | |
419 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
420 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
421 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
422 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
423 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
424 | While I to grief my soul gave way | | | | | | | |
425 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
426 | How much the drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
427 | Convinced of sin, men now begin | | | | | | | |
428 | Now we hail the happy dawning | | | | | | | |
429 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
430 | Rejoice, for Christ the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
431 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
432 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
433 | With rev'rend awe, tremendous Lord | | | | | | | |
434 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
435 | Hark! how from Sinai's mount proceeds | | | | | | | |
436 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
437 | The day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
438 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
439 | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
440 | Messiah at thy glad approach | | | | | | | |
441 | Hark! from yon wilds is heard the strain | | | | | | | |
442 | Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
443 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
444 | Hark! hark!--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
445 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
446 | Obedient to our Zion's King | | | | | | | |
447 | United prayers ascend to thee | | | | | | | |
448 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
449 | Shepherd, who leadest with tender care | | | | | | | |
450 | Attend, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
451 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
452 | Eternal God! Almighty cause | | | | | | | |
453 | O thou great monarch in thy might | | | | | | | |
454 | Sovereign of worlds above | | | | | | | |
455 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
456 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
457 | O when shall Africa's sable race | | | | | | | |
458 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
459 | Exert thy power, thy rights maintain | | | | | | | |
460 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
461 | Mountains of Isr'l, rearon high | | | | | | | |
462 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
463 | The trump of Isr'l's jubilee | | | | | | | |
464 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
465 | That mighty angel to whose hand | | | | | | | |
466 | Behold high in the midst of heaven | | | | | | | |
467 | Arise, great God, and let thy grace | | | | | | | |
468 | Shepherd of Israel, thou didst lead | | | | | | | |
469 | Father of faithful Abra'm hear | | | | | | | |
470 | The Lord will not forget the grace | | | | | | | |
471 | Indulgent God, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
472 | O thou who from thy glorious throne | | | | | | | |
473 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
474 | Great Saviour, let thy power divine | | | | | | | |
475 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
476 | Look down O God with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
477 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
478 | Who but Thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
479 | When will the happy trump proclaim | | | | | | | |
480 | Hark, 'tis the prophet of the skies | | | | | | | |
481 | Behold! the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
482 | Behold the glorious dawning bright | | | | | | | |
483 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
484 | Bright as the sun's meridian blaze | | | | | | | |
485 | Let saints on earth their anthems raise | | | | | | | |
486 | Hark! a cry among the nations! | | | | | | | |
487 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
488 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
489 | Behold, the expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
490 | Indulgent God of love and power | | | | | | | |
491 | The Lord on mortal worms looks down | | | | | | | |
492 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
493 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
494 | Go much loved brethren and rear | | | | | | | |
495 | Go and the Saviour's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
496 | Go messenger of love and bear | | | | | | | |
497 | Sound, sound the truth abroad | | | | | | | |
498 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
499 | Go ye heralds of salvation, Go proclaim | | | | | | | |
500 | Kindred, and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |