# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | All glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
102 | Oh for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
103 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
104 | Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore Him | | | | | | | |
105 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
106 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
107 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
108 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
109 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
110 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
111 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
112 | Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness | | | | | | | |
113 | O Spirit of the living God! | | | | | | | |
114 | Spirit of truth, on this Thy day | | | | | | | |
115 | How honored is the sacred place | | | | | | | |
116 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
117 | O Zion! when I think of Thee | | | | | | | |
118 | Great Shepherd of Thine Israel | | | | | | | |
119 | Saviour, visit Thy plantation | | | | | | | |
120 | When we, our weary limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
121 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
122 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
123 | On the mountain's to appearing | | | | | | | |
124 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord! | | | | | | | |
125 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
126 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
128 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
129 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
130 | Oh cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
131 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
132 | My God, accept my heart this day | | | | | | | |
133 | Ere earth's foundations yet were laid | | | | | | | |
134 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
135 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
136 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
137 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
138 | Lord, didst Thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
139 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
140 | Salvation, oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
141 | Hail! Thou once-despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
142 | Great God! what hosts of angels stand | | | | | | | |
143 | God shall charge His angel legions | | | | | | | |
144 | Beyond the glittering, starry skies | | | | | | | |
145 | How cheering the thought that the spirits in bliss | | | | | | | |
146 | Angels, where'er we go, attend | | | | | | | |
147 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
148 | Equip me for the war | | | | | | | |
149 | Father of mercies, bow Thine ear | | | | | | | |
150 | As when to ancient Horeb's brow | | | | | | | |
151 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
152 | Oh Thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
153 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
154 | We long to move and breathe in Thee | | | | | | | |
155 | See Israel's gentle shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
156 | Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
157 | Twas on that dreadful, doleful night | | | | | | | |
158 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
159 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
160 | "Eat, drink, in memory of your friend!" | | | | | | | |
161 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
162 | Lord, at Thy table I behold | | | | | | | |
163 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
164 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
165 | Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
166 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
167 | Is there a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
168 | Our Father, God, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
169 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
170 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
171 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
172 | Blest hour! when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
173 | No, never shall my heart despond | | | | | | | |
174 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
175 | The Lord, who truly knows | | | | | | | |
176 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
177 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
178 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
179 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
180 | Retire, vain world, a while retire | | | | | | | |
181 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
182 | See how the rising sun | | | | | | | |
183 | Lord of my life! oh may Thy praise | | | | | | | |
184 | Awake my soul! and with the sun | | | | | | | |
185 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
186 | Thou, gracious God, art my defence | | | | | | | |
187 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
188 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
189 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
190 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
191 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
192 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
193 | Another fleeting day is gone | | | | | | | |
194 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
195 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
196 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
197 | Omnipresent God, whose aid | | | | | | | |
198 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
199 | Far from my thoughts, vain world begone! | | | | | | | |
200 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |