# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | Go, labor thou, while it is day | | | | | | | |
902 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
903 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
904 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
905 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
906 | Go, labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
907 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
908 | Lord, as to thy dear Cross we flee | | | | | | | |
909 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
910 | Rich are the joys which cannot die | | | | | | | |
911 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
912 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
913 | Blest is the man, whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
914 | I worship thee, sweet Will of God! | | | | | | | |
915 | Oh, it is hard to work for God | | | | | | | |
916 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
917 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
918 | We bless thee for thy peace, O God! | | | | | | | |
919 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
920 | Speak gently--it is better far | | | | | | | |
921 | Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou | | | | | | | |
922 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
923 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
924 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
925 | Love is the fountain whence | | | | | | | |
926 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
927 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
928 | Faith is a precious grace | | | | | | | |
929 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
930 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
931 | Blessed angels, high in heaven | | | | | | | |
932 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
933 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
934 | When faint and weary, toiling | | | | | | | |
935 | Lord, shall we part with gold for dross | | | | | | | |
936 | O not to fill the mouth of fame | | | | | | | |
937 | One thing alone, dear Lord! I dread | | | | | | | |
938 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
939 | Oh, could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
940 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
941 | The bird, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
942 | Oh, for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
943 | My only Saviour! when I feel | | | | | | | |
944 | O love Divine! that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
945 | Father! beneath thy shelt'ring wing | | | | | | | |
946 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
947 | Saviour! thy gentle voice | | | | | | | |
948 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
949 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
950 | Jesus, while this rough desert soil | | | | | | | |
951 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
952 | Awake, my soul! away, our fears! | | | | | | | |
953 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
954 | My soul, what hast thou done for God? | | | | | | | |
955 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
956 | O Israel, to thy tents repair | | | | | | | |
957 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
958 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
959 | My soul, it is thy God | | | | | | | |
960 | The people of the Lord | | | | | | | |
961 | The harvest dawn is near | | | | | | | |
962 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
963 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
964 | My soul, weigh not thy life | | | | | | | |
965 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
966 | I need thee, Precious Jesus | | | | | | | |
967 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
968 | Christian, let your heart be glad! | | | | | | | |
969 | Much in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
970 | Faint not, Christian! though the road | | | | | | | |
971 | Sleep not, soldier of the cross! | | | | | | | |
972 | Lord! I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
973 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
974 | Heavenly Father, to whose eye | | | | | | | |
975 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
976 | Cast thy burdens on the Lord | | | | | | | |
977 | Lord, forever at thy side | | | | | | | |
978 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
979 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
980 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
981 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
982 | Jesus only, when the morning | | | | | | | |
983 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
984 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
985 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
986 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
987 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
988 | Oh, deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
989 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
990 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
991 | O Lord! my best desires fulfill | | | | | | | |
992 | O Lord! I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
993 | O thou, who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
994 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
995 | One prayer I have--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
996 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
997 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
998 | "Remember me," my Saviour God | | | | | | | |
999 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
1000 | Oh, help us Lord! each hour of need | | | | | | | |