# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
197 | First have these lovers of the word | | | | | | | |
198 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
199 | Come in, thou blessed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
200 | Brother in Christ, and well-beloved | | | | | | | |
201 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
202 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
203 | Believing souls, of Christ beloved | | | | | | | |
204 | Blest be the dear, uniting love | | | | | | | |
205 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
206 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
207 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
208 | Enter, Jesus bids thee welcome | | | | | | | |
209 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
210 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
211 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
212 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
213 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
214 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
215 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
216 | My God! the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
217 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
218 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
219 | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
220 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
221 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
222 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
223 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
224 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
225 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
226 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
227 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
228 | In all my ways, O God | | | | | | | |
229 | Oh, for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
230 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
231 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
232 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
233 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
234 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
235 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
236 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
237 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
238 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
239 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
240 | Long have we heard the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
241 | Come we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
242 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
243 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
244 | You servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
245 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
246 | He lives! the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
247 | My bark is on the deep | | | | | | | |
248 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
249 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
250 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
251 | The Lord is my Shepherd; he makes me repose | | | | | | | |
252 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
253 | Soft and light o'er the soul are now gliding | | | | | | | |
254 | The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide | | | | | | | |
255 | Come ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
256 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
257 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
258 | Oh, could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
259 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
260 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
261 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
262 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
263 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
264 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
265 | Lord, in thy presence here we meet | | | | | | | |
266 | My blessed Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
267 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
268 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
269 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
270 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
271 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
272 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
273 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul! | | | | | | | |
274 | Ye servants of God | | | | | | | |
275 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
276 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
277 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
278 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
279 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
280 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
281 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
282 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
283 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
284 | The world may change from old to new | | | | | | | |
285 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
286 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
287 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
288 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
289 | Oh! for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
290 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
291 | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
292 | Our bondage here shall end, by and by | | | | | | | |
293 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
294 | God forbid that I should glory | | | | | | | |
295 | Mary, to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
296 | Searcher of hearts! from mine erase | | | | | | | |