# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
502 | Son of Man, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
503 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
504 | Stand up, and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
505 | Stand we prepared to see and hear | | | | | | | |
506 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
507 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said | | | | | | | |
508 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |
509 | The Church’s one foundation | | | | | | | |
510 | The city paved with gold | | | | | | | |
511 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
512 | The King of love my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
513 | The Lord is King! lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
514 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
515 | The saints on earth and those above | | | | | | | |
516 | The strain upraise of joy and praise | | | | | | | |
517 | There is a blessed home | | | | | | | |
518 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | | | | | |
519 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
520 | There is no night in heaven | | | | | | | |
521 | They come, God’s messengers of love | | | | | | | |
522 | They whose course on earth is o’er | | | | | | | |
523 | Thine for ever! God of love | | | | | | | |
524 | Those eternal bowers | | | | | | | |
525 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
526 | Thou art the way: to thee alone | | | | | | | |
527 | Thou who breakest every chain | | | | | | | |
528 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
529 | Three in One, and One in Three | | | | | | | |
530 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
531 | Through good report and evil, Lord | | | | | | | |
532 | Through the night of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
533 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
534 | Today thy mercy calls us | | | | | | | |
535 | To him who for our sins was slain | | | | | | | |
536 | To the Name that speaks salvation | | | | | | | |
537 | To thee our God we fly | | | | | | | |
538 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
539 | We come to thee, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
540 | We love the place, O God | | | | | | | |
541 | We saw thee not when thou didst tread | | | | | | | |
542 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
543 | We thank thee, Lord, for this fair earth | | | | | | | |
544 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
545 | When cold our hearts and far from thee | | | | | | | |
546 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
547 | When I survey the wondrous Cross | | | | | | | |
548 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
549 | When the dark waves round us roll | | | | | | | |
550 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
551 | When the world is brightest | | | | | | | |
552 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
553 | Where’er have trod thy sacred feet | | | | | | | |
554 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
555 | Who is this, so weak and helpless | | | | | | | |
556 | Who trusts in God, a strong abode | | | | | | | |
557 | Why should I fear the darkest hour | | | | | | | |
558 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
559 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
560 | Ye holy angels bright | | | | | | | |
561 | Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
562 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
563 | Lord Jesus, God and Man | | | | | | | |
564 | Lord, this day thy children meet | | | | | | | |
565 | Above the clear blue sky | | | | | | | |
566 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
567 | Come, Christian children, come | | | | | | | |
568 | Day by day we magnify thee | | | | | | | |
569 | Fair waved the golden corn | | | | | | | |
570 | Gracious Savior, gentle Shepherd | | | | | | | |
571 | Heavenly Father, send thy blessing | | | | | | | |
572 | Hushed was the evening hymn | | | | | | | |
573 | In our work and in our play | | | | | | | |
574 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
575 | O holy Lord, content to fill | | | | | | | |
576 | Once in royal David’s city | | | | | | | |
577 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
578 | There’s a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
579 | We are but little children weak | | | | | | | |
580 | The hours of day are over | | | | | | | |
581 | By thy birth, O Lord of all | | | | | | | |
582 | God the Father, God the Word | | | | | | | |
583 | Heavenly Father, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
584 | God the Father, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
585 | Jesus, we are far away | | | | | | | |
586 | Father, hear thy children’s call | | | | | | | |
587 | Jesus, dwelling here below | | | | | | | |
588 | God the Father, seen of none | | | | | | | |
589 | God the Father, throned on high | | | | | | | |
590 | Spirit blest, who art adored | | | | | | | |
591 | Jesus, with thy Church abide | | | | | | | |
592 | Jesus, life of those who die | | | | | | | |