# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
402 | As the chased hart, midst sultry beams | | | | | | | |
403 | As the hart, with eager looks | | | | | | | |
404 | Be with me, Lord, where'er I go | | | | | | | |
405 | Almighty God, in humble prayer | | | | | | | |
406 | Eternal Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
407 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
408 | God of our fathers! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
409 | Almighty Maker! Lord of all! | | | | | | | |
410 | Blest Spirit! source of grace divine! | | | | | | | |
411 | The fountain in its source | | | | | | | |
412 | Eternal Source of life and thought | | | | | | | |
413 | Father, supply my every need | | | | | | | |
414 | God, who is just and kind | | | | | | | |
415 | O thou, who hast at thy command | | | | | | | |
416 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
417 | Father of me and all mankind | | | | | | | |
418 | O Lord! my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
419 | The swift not always in the race | | | | | | | |
420 | One prayer I have, - all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
421 | Author of good, we rest on thee | | | | | | | |
422 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
423 | When musing sorrow weeps the pest | | | | | | | |
424 | When floods of grief assault the mind | | | | | | | |
425 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
426 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
427 | Look back, my soul, with grateful love | | | | | | | |
428 | Return, my soul, and seek thy rest | | | | | | | |
429 | My soul shall praise thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
430 | To thee, my God, my days are known | | | | | | | |
431 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
432 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
433 | Our joy is a created good | | | | | | | |
434 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
435 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
436 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
437 | O let me, heavenly Lord, extend | | | | | | | |
438 | The term of life assigned to a man | | | | | | | |
439 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
440 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
441 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
442 | Ye sons of men, a feeble race | | | | | | | |
443 | How swift the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
444 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
445 | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
446 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
447 | O Lord, the saviour and defence | | | | | | | |
448 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
449 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
450 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
451 | Do flesh and nature dread to die | | | | | | | |
452 | Great God, I own the sentence just | | | | | | | |
453 | I cannot shun the stroke of death | | | | | | | |
454 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
455 | My soul! the awful hour will come | | | | | | | |
456 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
457 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers | | | | | | | |
458 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
459 | Ye golden lamps of heaven! farewell | | | | | | | |
460 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
461 | Thrice happy state, where saints shall liv | | | | | | | |
462 | Transporting tidings which we hear | | | | | | | |
463 | I Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
464 | I heard a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
465 | How blessed the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
466 | In vain our fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
467 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
468 | As when the weary traveller gains | | | | | | | |
469 | Heaven is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
470 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
471 | If death my friend and me divide | | | | | | | |
472 | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | | | |
473 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
474 | Pass a few swiftly fleeting years | | | | | | | |
475 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
476 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | | | |
477 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
478 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
479 | The angel comes; he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
480 | 'Stand still, refulgent orb of day | | | | | | | |
481 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
482 | O God, mine inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
483 | In the sun and moon and stars | | | | | | | |
484 | Great God! what do I see and hear | | | | | | | |
485 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
486 | Happy the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
487 | In Israel's fane, by silent night | | | | | | | |
488 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
489 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |
490 | Ye that obey the immortal King | | | | | | | |
491 | Fountain of being, Source of good | | | | | | | |
492 | Great God, at whose all powerful call | | | | | | | |
493 | Lord of the worlds below | | | | | | | |
494 | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
495 | 'T is by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
496 | Good is the Lord, the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
497 | The dews and rains, in all their store | | | | | | | |
498 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord | | | | | | | |
499 | Glory to thee, whose powerful word | | | | | | | |
500 | Lord of the wide-extended main | | | | | | | |