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501 | Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest | | | | | | | |
502 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
503 | You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
504 | My rest is in heaven --my home is not here | | | | | | | |
505 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
506 | I am weary of straying: Oh fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
507 | Lead us, heavenly Father! lead us | | | | | | | |
508 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
509 | Silent, like men in solemn haste | | | | | | | |
510 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
511 | When, in the hour of lonely woe | | | | | | | |
512 | We must never grow weary doing well, doing well | | | | | | | |
513 | O sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
514 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
515 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
516 | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
517 | As o'er the past my mem'ry strays | | | | | | | |
518 | The Saviour bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
519 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
520 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
521 | "For ever with the Lord" | | | | | | | |
522 | O, for the death of those | | | | | | | |
523 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
524 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
525 | My soul, it is thy God | | | | | | | |
526 | Soldiers of Christ, arise! | | | | | | | |
527 | God of mercy! God of love! | | | | | | | |
528 | Oft in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
529 | Sleep not, soldier of the cross! | | | | | | | |
530 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
531 | Jesus,--I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
532 | Oh Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
533 | We wait in faith, in prayer we wait | | | | | | | |
534 | Our souls are in the Saviour's hand | | | | | | | |
535 | How bright these glorious spirits shine! | | | | | | | |
536 | Go on, you pilgrims, while below | | | | | | | |
537 | The sun above us gleaming | | | | | | | |
538 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
539 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
540 | O strong to save and bless | | | | | | | |
541 | O thou best gift of heaven! | HEMANS | | | | | | |
542 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
543 | Saviour! thy gentle voice | | | | | | | |
544 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
545 | Know ye that better land | | | | | | | |
546 | O for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
547 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
548 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
549 | O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise | | | | | | | |
550 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
551 | Where shall the child of sorrow find | | | | | | | |
552 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
553 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
554 | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace | | | | | | | |
555 | While others pray for grace to die | | | | | | | |
556 | I would love thee, God and Father! | | | | | | | |
557 | Take me, O my Father! take me | | | | | | | |
558 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
559 | Hast thou, midst life's empty noises | | | | | | | |
560 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
561 | See th'eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
562 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
563 | Still with thee, Oh my God | | | | | | | |
564 | Oh praise our God to-day | | | | | | | |
565 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
566 | When overwhelm'd with grief | | | | | | | |
567 | How gracious, and how wise | | | | | | | |
568 | Thou very present aid | | | | | | | |
569 | Sweet the time--exceeding sweet! | | | | | | | |
570 | Let my life be hid in thee | | | | | | | |
571 | God is in the loneliest spot | | | | | | | |
572 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
573 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
574 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
575 | Oh let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
576 | To thee, my God, whose presence fills | | | | | | | |
577 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
578 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
579 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
580 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
581 | O thou! who, in the olive shade | | | | | | | |
582 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
583 | How shall I my Saviour set forth? | | | | | | | |
584 | My gracious Redeemer I love! | | | | | | | |
585 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
586 | Be with thee, Jesus, where thou art | | | | | | | |
587 | The God of mercy will indulge | | | | | | | |
588 | How blest are they whose transient years | | | | | | | |
589 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | | | |
590 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
591 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
592 | Gently, my Saviour, let me down | | | | | | | |
593 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
594 | How blest the righteous when he dies? | | | | | | | |
595 | O mourner! who with tender love | | | | | | | |
596 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
597 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
598 | Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts | | | | | | | |
599 | When, downward, to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
600 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |