# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | How good and pleasant is the sight | ACKRON | | | | | | |
602 | Jesus, we look to thee | WESTBORO' | | | | | | |
603 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
604 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
605 | Blest be the tie that binds | OLMUTZ | | | | | | |
606 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
607 | Let us join, 'tis as God commands | | | | | | | |
608 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
609 | God of love, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
610 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
611 | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
612 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
613 | Where'er the Lord shall build my house | LONGWORTH | | | | | | |
614 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
615 | Now doth the sun ascend the sky | | | | | | | |
616 | True Sun, upon our souls arise | | | | | | | |
617 | Great Framer of the earth and sky | | | | | | | |
618 | O blest Creator of the light, Who dost the | | | | | | | |
619 | Pierced by the sun's ethereal dart | | | | | | | |
620 | Forth in thy name, O Lord, we go | | | | | | | |
621 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
622 | Now with creation's early song | | | | | | | |
623 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | ATLANTIC | | | | | | |
624 | To him who condescends to dwell | | | | | | | |
625 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
626 | How lovely are thy dwellings | | | | | | | |
627 | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
628 | On thee, each morning, O my God | | | | | | | |
629 | Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove | | | | | | | |
630 | O thou the heaven's eternal king | | | | | | | |
631 | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care | PHILLIPS | | | | | | |
632 | Father of lights, by whom each day | | | | | | | |
633 | O God, that makest earth and sky! | | | | | | | |
634 | How pleasing, Lord, to see | EVENING | | | | | | |
635 | O how shall I repay the bounties | | | | | | | |
636 | Behold, night's shadows fade | | | | | | | |
637 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
638 | Come at the morning hour | PETITION | | | | | | |
639 | Heavenly Father, gracious name | | | | | | | |
640 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
641 | God, I thank thee from my heart | | | | | | | |
642 | O thou holy God, come down | | | | | | | |
643 | Father, thy gentle chastisement | | | | | | | |
644 | Lord, in thy service I would spend | | | | | | | |
645 | Up to the throne of God is borne | | | | | | | |
646 | Father, we bless the gentle care | CUTTING | | | | | | |
647 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
648 | Throughout the hours of darkness dim | TALLIS | | | | | | |
649 | My God, I now from sleep awake | | | | | | | |
650 | Slowly, by God's hand unfurl'd | NIGHT | | | | | | |
651 | Interval of grateful shade | | | | | | | |
652 | O God, unseen, but not unknown | EPPING | | | | | | |
653 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
654 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
655 | There is a world we have not seen | BRISTOL | | | | | | |
656 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
657 | Sad were our pilgrimage below | | | | | | | |
658 | Sweet is the scene when virtue dies | | | | | | | |
659 | If all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
660 | As the sweet flower, which scents the morn | | | | | | | |
661 | Earth's transitory things decay | | | | | | | |
662 | The God of mercy will indulge | | | | | | | |
663 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | INTERMENT | | | | | | |
664 | The mourners came at break of day | | | | | | | |
665 | Our God, our help in ages past | SILOAM | | | | | | |
666 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | | | |
667 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
668 | As twilight's gradual veil is spread | WOODLAND | | | | | | |
669 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul | | | | | | | |
670 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
671 | Another hand is beckoning us | | | | | | | |
672 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
673 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
674 | Thou gavest, and we yield to thee | | | | | | | |
675 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
676 | Ye mourning ones, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
677 | There is a land of pure delight | JORDAN | | | | | | |
678 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
679 | Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore | | | | | | | |
680 | I looked upon the righteous man | | | | | | | |
681 | Answer me, burning stars of night | | | | | | | |
682 | High in yonder realms of light | PUTNAM | | | | | | |
683 | Now the Christian's course is run | | | | | | | |
684 | Spirit, leave thy house of clay | | | | | | | |
685 | Deathless principle, arise | | | | | | | |
686 | There's a glorious era coming | | | | | | | |
687 | Brother, rest from sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
688 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
689 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
690 | O spirit, freed from earth | WATCHMAN | | | | | | |
691 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
692 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
693 | Far from these scenes of night | CLAPTON | | | | | | |
694 | Forever with the Lord | | | | | | | |
695 | In the broad fields of heaven | MARGATE | | | | | | |
696 | O what is man, great Maker of mankind | | | | | | | |
697 | O thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides | | | | | | | |
698 | On Zion's holy walls | BALLOU | | | | | | |
699 | God is our refuge and defense | REFUGE | | | | | | |
700 | My God, I thank thee, may no thought | | | | | | | |