# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
802 | Zion, awake; thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
803 | Saviour, visit Thy plantation | | | | | | | |
804 | O Lord, Thy work revive | | | | | | | |
805 | Vainly through night's weary hours | | | | | | | |
806 | Say, who is she that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
807 | Great Shepherd of thine Israel | | | | | | | |
808 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
809 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
810 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
811 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
812 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
813 | O, city of the Lord, begin | | | | | | | |
814 | Gird on Thy conquering sword | | | | | | | |
815 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
816 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
817 | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
818 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
819 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
820 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
821 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
822 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
823 | Attend, O earth, while I declare | | | | | | | |
824 | Far as the isles extend | | | | | | | |
825 | Wake, isles of the south; your redemption is near | | | | | | | |
826 | My soul, with sacred joy survey | | | | | | | |
827 | Now living waters flow | | | | | | | |
828 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
829 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed! | | | | | | | |
830 | Assembled at Thy great command | | | | | | | |
831 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
832 | Pity the nations, O our God | | | | | | | |
833 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
834 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
835 | Sovereign of worlds, display Thy power | | | | | | | |
836 | Rise, gracious God, and shine | | | | | | | |
837 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
838 | O Thou Sun of glorious splendor | | | | | | | |
839 | Arise, in all Thy splendor, Lord | | | | | | | |
840 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
841 | O Lord, our God, arise | | | | | | | |
842 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
843 | Thou whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
844 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
845 | Send forth Thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
846 | Gird Thy sword on, mighty Saviour | | | | | | | |
847 | Christian, see! the orient morning | | | | | | | |
848 | Indulgent Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
849 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
850 | Lord of all worlds, incline thy bounteous ear | | | | | | | |
851 | Where Stamboul's towers are gleaming | | | | | | | |
852 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
853 | Songs anew of honor framing | | | | | | | |
854 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
855 | Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim | | | | | | | |
856 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
857 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
858 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
859 | Go, messenger of peace and love | | | | | | | |
860 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
861 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
862 | O that the Lord's salvation | | | | | | | |
863 | Arise, great God, and let Thy grace | | | | | | | |
864 | May the glorious day of promise | | | | | | | |
865 | Lord, visit Thy forsaken race | | | | | | | |
866 | Why, on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
867 | When we, our weary limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
868 | When, Lord, to this our western land | | | | | | | |
869 | Where the wilderness is lying | | | | | | | |
870 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
871 | Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far | | | | | | | |
872 | Would you behold the works of God | | | | | | | |
873 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
874 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
875 | Lord, whom winds and seas obey | | | | | | | |
876 | They that toil upon the deep | | | | | | | |
877 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
878 | Star of Peace to wanderers weary | | | | | | | |
879 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
880 | Not in the churchyard shall he sleep | | | | | | | |
881 | Grant the abundance of the sea | | | | | | | |
882 | In all my ways, O God | | | | | | | |
883 | Father of the human race | | | | | | | |
884 | Blessed are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
885 | O God of Abraham, ever sure | | | | | | | |
886 | Our children Thou dost claim | | | | | | | |
887 | Lord, assist us by Thy grace | | | | | | | |
888 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
889 | God of mercy, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
890 | Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
891 | Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
892 | Jesus, assembled in Thy name | | | | | | | |
893 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
894 | To honor those who gave us birth | | | | | | | |
895 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
896 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
897 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
898 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
899 | Happy's the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
900 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |