# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | God of our salvation! | | | | | | | |
902 | If life's pleasures charm thee | | | | | | | |
903 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
904 | My spirit longeth for Thee | | | | | | | |
905 | O deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
906 | O Zion! when I think on Thee | | | | | | | |
907 | Head of the church triumphant | | | | | | | |
908 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
909 | Jesus, immortal King! arise | | | | | | | |
910 | Alas, the utter emptiness! | | | | | | | |
911 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
912 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
913 | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
914 | There is a little lonely fold | | | | | | | |
915 | A mother may forgetful be | | | | | | | |
916 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
917 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
918 | Lord, may the spirit of this feast | | | | | | | |
919 | Many centuries have fled | | | | | | | |
920 | On the night of that last supper | | | | | | | |
921 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
922 | O, happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
923 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to Thee | | | | | | | |
924 | Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine | | | | | | | |
925 | Come, happy souls, adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
926 | Hearken, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
927 | Here at Thy table, Lord, we meet | | | | | | | |
928 | Let plenteous grace descend on those | | | | | | | |
929 | Dear Saviour, we are Thine | | | | | | | |
930 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
931 | My Father bids me come | | | | | | | |
932 | Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave | PARSONS, OR MISSAL | | | | | | |
933 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
934 | Whate'er to Thee, our Lord, belongs | | | | | | | |
935 | O, bow thine ear, Eternal One! | | | | | | | |
936 | Great God, we in Thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
937 | When here, O Lord, we seek Thy face | | | | | | | |
938 | The perfect world, by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
939 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
940 | O Thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
941 | The Saviour said, Yet one thing more | | | | | | | |
942 | Angels, where'er we go, attend | | | | | | | |
943 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
944 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
945 | Ye Christian heroes, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
946 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
947 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
948 | Arm of the Lord! awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
949 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
950 | Hark, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
951 | From day to day, before our eyes | | | | | | | |
952 | Arise! arise! with joy survey | | | | | | | |
953 | Go--messenger of peace and love! | | | | | | | |
954 | Marked as the purpose of the skies | | | | | | | |
955 | Exert Thy power, Thy rights maintain | | | | | | | |
956 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
957 | Great God, whom heaven, and earth, and sea | | | | | | | |
958 | O God beneath Thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
959 | "Let there be light:"--thus spake the Word | | | | | | | |
960 | Depart awhile, each thought of care | | | | | | | |
961 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
962 | "Go preach the gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
963 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
964 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
965 | O, City of the Lord! begin | | | | | | | |
966 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
967 | The mighty angel, to whose hand | | | | | | | |
968 | Lord! send Thy servants forth | | | | | | | |
969 | Thy way is in the deep, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
970 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
971 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | | | |
972 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
973 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
974 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
975 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
976 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
977 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
978 | Lord! Thou didst arise and say | | | | | | | |
979 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
980 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
981 | O ye immortal throng Of angels round the throne | WATTS | | | | | | |
982 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | | | |
983 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
984 | Yes--my native land! I love thee | | | | | | | |
985 | Onward, onward, men of heaven! | | | | | | | |
986 | Christian! see! the orient morning | | | | | | | |
987 | Hark! the sounds of joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
988 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
989 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
990 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
991 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
992 | Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous | | | | | | | |
993 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
994 | Hark! what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
995 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
996 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
997 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
998 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
999 | Wretched, helpless, and distress'd | | | | | | | |
1000 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |