# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Welcome, days of solemn meeting! | | | | | | | |
802 | Zion, dreary, and in anguish | | | | | | | |
803 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
804 | Come, Holy Spirit! come | | | | | | | |
805 | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
806 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
807 | I hear thy word with love | | | | | | | |
808 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
809 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
810 | O God of sovereign grace! | | | | | | | |
811 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
812 | The Lord is my Shepherd, his kindness I know | | | | | | | |
813 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth! | | | | | | | |
814 | How charming the thought that the spirits in bliss | | | | | | | |
815 | Go, for the Master calls thee | | | | | | | |
816 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
817 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
818 | There is a peaceful river, Descending from on high | | | | | | | |
819 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
820 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
821 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
822 | Shepherds! hail the wondrous stranger | | | | | | | |
823 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
824 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing! | | | | | | | |
825 | Through the day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
826 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
827 | Thy way, O God, is in the sea | | | | | | | |
828 | Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire | | | | | | | |
829 | How are thy servants blessed, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
830 | While thro' this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
831 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
832 | That warning voice, O sinner, hear | | | | | | | |
833 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
834 | When thou, my righteous Judge! shalt come | | | | | | | |
835 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
836 | How pleased and blessed was I | | | | | | | |
837 | How blessed indeed are they | | | | | | | |
838 | Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
839 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
840 | Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
841 | Onward, onward, men of heaven | | | | | | | |
842 | Summer's mildest breeze is blowing | | | | | | | |
843 | Tell us, wanderer! wildly roving | | | | | | | |
844 | Vainly through night's weary hours | | | | | | | |
845 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
846 | Dark brood the heavens o'er thee! | | | | | | | |
847 | I saw, beyond the tomb | | | | | | | |
848 | And must this body die? | ST. BRIDGES | | | | | | |
849 | Ye messengers of Christ! | | | | | | | |
850 | Servant of God! well done! | | | | | | | |
851 | Ah! how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
852 | Thou! whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
853 | O Lord encouraged by thy grace | | | | | | | |
854 | Ho! everyone that thirsts! draw nigh | | | | | | | |
855 | Our Helper, God! we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
856 | It is the Lord our Saviour's hand | | | | | | | |
857 | Jesus, thou source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
858 | Lo! he comes, in clouds descending | | | | | | | |
859 | Day of judgment! day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
860 | Star of Peace, to wanderers weary | | | | | | | |
861 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
862 | The wanderer no more will roam | | | | | | | |
863 | Pour out thy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
864 | He that hath made his refuge, God | | | | | | | |
865 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
866 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
867 | Thou art the Way;--to thee alone | | | | | | | |
868 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
869 | My soul! repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
870 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
871 | When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |