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401 | Lord, I commit my soul to thee | | | | | | | |
402 | O thou whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
403 | O thou whose ever wakeful eye | | | | | | | |
404 | God, in the high and holy place | | | | | | | |
405 | Back with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
406 | O happy soul that [who] lives on high, While men lie grovelling | | | | | | | |
407 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
408 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
409 | Now that the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
410 | My heart rejoices in thy name | | | | | | | |
411 | I'll bless the Lord from day to day | | | | | | | |
412 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
413 | God is our refuge, tried and proved | | | | | | | |
414 | Father, I sing thy wondrous grace I bless my Savior's name | | | | | | | |
415 | Lord, thou hast heard thy servant [servant's] cry | | | | | | | |
416 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
417 | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | | | |
418 | O Lord, thy weary churches wait | | | | | | | |
419 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
420 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
421 | Great is the Lord, his praise be great | | | | | | | |
422 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
423 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
424 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
425 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
426 | How blest thy creature is, O God | | | | | | | |
427 | Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home | | | | | | | |
428 | While verdant hill and blooming vale | | | | | | | |
429 | Save me O Lord from every foe | | | | | | | |
430 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
431 | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
432 | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
433 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
434 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
435 | Not to the terrors of the Lord the tempest fire and smoke | | | | | | | |
436 | I set the Lord before my face | | | | | | | |
437 | How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord, from noise and trouble | | | | | | | |
438 | When forth from Egypt's trembling strand | | | | | | | |
439 | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
440 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
441 | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
442 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
443 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
444 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
445 | To our Almighty Maker, God, new honors be addressed | | | | | | | |
446 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
447 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
448 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
449 | Let saints below in concert sing [join] | | | | | | | |
450 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
451 | Blest morning, whose first, dawning [opening] rays [hour] [light] | | | | | | | |
452 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
453 | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
454 | Unite my roving [rising] thoughts unite | | | | | | | |
455 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
456 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
457 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
458 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
459 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
460 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
461 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
462 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
463 | To thee, my King, my [O] God of grace | | | | | | | |
464 | When Christ to judgment shall descend | | | | | | | |
465 | How long, eternal God, how long | | | | | | | |
466 | If God to build the house deny | | | | | | | |
467 | To thee, O God, when creatures fail | | | | | | | |
468 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
469 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
470 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
471 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
472 | Sing, ye redeemed [ransomed] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
473 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
474 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
475 | Come let us join our souls to God | | | | | | | |
476 | Since all the changing [coming] [downward] varying [various] scenes of time | | | | | | | |
477 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
478 | A present God is all our strength | | | | | | | |
479 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
480 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
481 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
482 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
483 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
484 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
485 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
486 | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
487 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
488 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
489 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
490 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
491 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
492 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
493 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
494 | Grace, like an uncorrupted seed | | | | | | | |
495 | How honorable is the place | | | | | | | |
496 | Happy the man, to whom his God | | | | | | | |
497 | Now shall my solemn vows be paid | | | | | | | |
498 | Lord, teach us [me] how to pray aright | | | | | | | |
499 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
500 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |