# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Ah lord with trembling I confess | | | | | | | |
602 | Must I my brother keep | | | | | | | |
603 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace | | | | | | | |
604 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
605 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
606 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade | | | | | | | |
607 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
608 | Let God, who comforts the distressed | | | | | | | |
609 | Jesus, I fain would find | | | | | | | |
610 | Gracious Redeemer, hear | | | | | | | |
611 | Jesus, let all thy lovers shine | | | | | | | |
612 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
613 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
614 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
615 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
616 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
617 | Let not the wise his [their] wisdom boast | | | | | | | |
618 | Lord of earth, thy forming [beauteous] [mighty] hand | | | | | | | |
619 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
620 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
621 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
622 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
623 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
624 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
625 | O thou who comest from above | | | | | | | |
626 | Father, to thee my soul I lift | | | | | | | |
627 | My soul, with all thy wakened powers | | | | | | | |
628 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
629 | O thou to whose all searching sight | | | | | | | |
630 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
631 | Thee, Jesus, full of truth and grace | | | | | | | |
632 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
633 | See where our great High Priest | | | | | | | |
634 | Savior of all, what hast Thou done? | | | | | | | |
635 | Abraham, when severely tried | | | | | | | |
636 | O Thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
637 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
638 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
639 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
640 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
641 | Peace doubting heart, my God's I am Who formed | | | | | | | |
642 | Away, my needless fears | | | | | | | |
643 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
644 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
645 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
646 | O God of Jacob, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
647 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
648 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
649 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |
650 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
651 | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
652 | Why thus impatient to be gone? | | | | | | | |
653 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
654 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
655 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
656 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
657 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
658 | Earth, rejoice our Lord is King | | | | | | | |
659 | Which of the petty [mortal] kings of the earth | | | | | | | |
660 | Angels where'er we go attend | | | | | | | |
661 | Jehovah's charioteers surround | | | | | | | |
662 | Surrounded by a host of foes | | | | | | | |
663 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
664 | I the good fight have fought | | | | | | | |
665 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
666 | Now may the God of peace and love | | | | | | | |
667 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
668 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
669 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
670 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
671 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
672 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
673 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
674 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
675 | O Thou that wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
676 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
677 | Pass a few swift [swiftly] fleeting years | | | | | | | |
678 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
679 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
680 | Jesus, the vision [visions] of thy face | | | | | | | |
681 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
682 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
683 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
684 | The saints who die of Christ possessed | | | | | | | |
685 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
686 | Absent, alas, from God | | | | | | | |
687 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
688 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
689 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
690 | The great archangel's trump shall sound | | | | | | | |
691 | Jesus, thy saints unite their cries | | | | | | | |
692 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
693 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
694 | Woe to the men on earth who dwell | | | | | | | |
695 | By faith we find the place above | | | | | | | |
696 | Stand the omnipotent decree | | | | | | | |
697 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
698 | I long to behold him arrayed with glory | | | | | | | |
699 | Pure are all the joys above the sky | | | | | | | |
700 | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |