# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
302 | Dark the night--the sun will make | | | | | | | |
303 | Our pathway oft is wet with tears | | | | | | | |
304 | Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul! | | | | | | | |
305 | Faint not, poor traveller, though thy way | | | | | | | |
306 | O let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
307 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
308 | Leave God to order all thy ways | | | | | | | |
309 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
310 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
311 | The tempter to my soul hath said | | | | | | | |
312 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
313 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
314 | Abide with me! fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
315 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
316 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
317 | O Lord, my best desire fulfil | | | | | | | |
318 | Be still, my heart! these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
319 | In the hour when thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
320 | Father, thy gentle chastisement | | | | | | | |
321 | As the harp-strings only render | | | | | | | |
322 | Lord, it belongs not to my care | | | | | | | |
323 | May I remember, Lord, to thee | | | | | | | |
324 | My God! the cov'nant of thy love | | | | | | | |
325 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
326 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
327 | My God, I thank thee! may no thought | | | | | | | |
328 | The broken ties of happier days | | | | | | | |
329 | Oh, deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
330 | I cast above my tearful eyes | | | | | | | |
331 | There is a star that gilds the gloom | | | | | | | |
332 | When heavy on this troubled breast | | | | | | | |
333 | There is a calm the poor in spirit know | | | | | | | |
334 | In the waste howling wilderness | | | | | | | |
335 | Oh, where are kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
336 | Fair as the moon, when in the skies | | | | | | | |
337 | What though the solid rocks be rent | | | | | | | |
338 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
339 | Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise! | | | | | | | |
340 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
341 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
342 | Return, my soul, unto thy rest | | | | | | | |
343 | My God, accept my heart this day | | | | | | | |
344 | O happy day, that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
345 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
346 | The Saviour, when to heaven he rose | | | | | | | |
347 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
348 | See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
349 | Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
350 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
351 | Bread of the world, in mercy broken! | | | | | | | |
352 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
353 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
354 | Lamb of God! whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
355 | To Him who loved the souls of men | | | | | | | |
356 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
357 | O'er mountain tops, the mount of God | | | | | | | |
358 | As the good shepherd tends his care | | | | | | | |
359 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
360 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
361 | Spirit of power and might! behold | | | | | | | |
362 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
363 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
364 | O Spirit of the living God! | | | | | | | |
365 | Daughter of Zion! from the dust | | | | | | | |
366 | Why, on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
367 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! | | | | | | | |
368 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
369 | Hark! the Song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
370 | Sun, moon, and stars, by day and night | | | | | | | |
371 | Father of all! my Father, too! | | | | | | | |
372 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
373 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
374 | How long, sometimes, a day appears! | | | | | | | |
375 | Amid the deepest shades of night | | | | | | | |
376 | Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
377 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
378 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
379 | The heart of childhood is all mirth | | | | | | | |
380 | And now that years have sped away | | | | | | | |
381 | Lord, we come to ask thy blessing | | | | | | | |
382 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
383 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
384 | They that toil upon the deep | | | | | | | |
385 | Lo! where his thunder's voice | | | | | | | |
386 | The storm is busy in the sky | | | | | | | |
387 | Triumphal arch! that fill'st the sky | | | | | | | |
388 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
389 | My God! all nature owns thy sway | | | | | | | |
390 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
391 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
392 | Shall man, the Lord of nature | | | | | | | |
393 | Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
394 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
395 | Night is the time to weep | | | | | | | |
396 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
397 | Awake, you saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
398 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
399 | Yet a few years, or days, perhaps | | | | | | | |
400 | Alas! how poor and little worth | | | | | | | |