# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Behold, what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
402 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
403 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
404 | O tell me, thou life and delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
405 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
406 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
407 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
408 | We will not weep, for God is standing by us | | | | | | | |
409 | How long wilt thou conceal thy face? | | | | | | | |
410 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
411 | O there's a better world on high | | | | | | | |
412 | Father, when o'er our trembling hearts | | | | | | | |
413 | Through this wide wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
414 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
415 | O Lord, thou know'st my soul's desires | | | | | | | |
416 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
417 | O Love Divine, that stoop'd to share | | | | | | | |
418 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
419 | O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
420 | I am weary, I am weary | | | | | | | |
421 | My spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
422 | O for a sweet inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
423 | O, land of rest, for thee I sigh! | | | | | | | |
424 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
425 | Far from my tho'ts vain world be gone | | | | | | | |
426 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
427 | Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine | | | | | | | |
428 | O for a heart to love my God! | | | | | | | |
429 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
430 | While others pray for the grace to die | | | | | | | |
431 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
432 | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
433 | O come, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
434 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
435 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
436 | O that I could for ever dwell | | | | | | | |
437 | Alas! my God that thou shouldst be | | | | | | | |
438 | When waves of trouble round me swell | | | | | | | |
439 | I know that my Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
440 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
441 | My God, the cov'nant of thy love | | | | | | | |
442 | See, in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
443 | O where is now that glowing love | | | | | | | |
444 | Once, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd | | | | | | | |
445 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
446 | There's not a hope with comfort fraught | | | | | | | |
447 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
448 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
449 | Abide with us, the ev'ning shades | | | | | | | |
450 | Our heav'nly Father calls | | | | | | | |
451 | If on our daily course our mind | | | | | | | |
452 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
453 | Inspirer and hearer of pray'r | | | | | | | |
454 | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
455 | If Paul in Cesar's court must stand | | | | | | | |
456 | Saviour, happy would I be | | | | | | | |
457 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
458 | And do we hope to be with him | | | | | | | |
459 | When Jesus, our great Master, came | | | | | | | |
460 | Redeemed ones, the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
461 | Now I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
462 | O Lord, how full of sweet content | | | | | | | |
463 | Trembling, before thine awful throne | | | | | | | |
464 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
465 | Dare to think, though bigots frown | | | | | | | |
466 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
467 | Straight is the way, the door is straight | | | | | | | |
468 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
469 | How shall I follow him I serve? | | | | | | | |
470 | Dear Lord, amid the throng that press'd | | | | | | | |
471 | Take up thy cross! the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
472 | O Lord, hadst thou been here! but when | | | | | | | |
473 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
474 | Often the clouds of deepest wo | | | | | | | |
475 | "Perfect thro' suff'rings:" may it be | | | | | | | |
476 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
477 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
478 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
479 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
480 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n | | | | | | | |
481 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
482 | When floating on life's troubled sea | | | | | | | |
483 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
484 | O, not to fill the mouth of fame | | | | | | | |
485 | Lord, for ever at thy side | | | | | | | |
486 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
487 | Bless'd is the man who shuns the place | | | | | | | |
488 | How happy are their Saviour obey | | | | | | | |
489 | How happy ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
490 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
491 | How happy is the Christian's state | | | | | | | |
492 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
493 | O, sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
494 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
495 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? | | | | | | | |
496 | Come, let us search our ways and see | | | | | | | |
497 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
498 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
499 | Blest is the man whose bowels move | | | | | | | |
500 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |