# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Take my life, and let it be | | | | | | | |
502 | Take my life, O Father, mold it | | | | | | | |
503 | Take time to be holy | | | | | | | |
504 | The Church's one foundation | | | | | | | |
505 | The day Thou gavest, Lord, is ended | | | | | | | |
506 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
507 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
508 | The Lord bless thee and keep thee | | | | | | | |
509 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
510 | The Lord's my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
511 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
512 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
513 | The sun declines: o'er land and sea | | | | | | | |
514 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
515 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
516 | Thou art the Way: to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
517 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
518 | "Till He come:" O let the words | | | | | | | |
519 | Tis midnight and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
520 | Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
521 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
522 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
523 | Twas on that night when doomed to know | | | | | | | |
524 | Unto the hills around do I lift up | | | | | | | |
525 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
526 | We give Thee but Thine own | | | | | | | |
527 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
528 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
529 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
530 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
531 | When day's shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
532 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
533 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
534 | When my love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
535 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
536 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |
537 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
538 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
539 | Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
540 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
541 | Christ, we do all adore Thee | | | | | | | |
542 | Consider the lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
543 | Flee as a bird to your mountain | | | | | | | |
544 | For all the saints who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
545 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
546 | God of our fathers, whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
547 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
548 | Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! | | | | | | | |
549 | Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing | | | | | | | |
550 | Have you heard the glorious tidings | | | | | | | |
551 | If I have wounded any soul today | | | | | | | |
552 | In the time of roses | | | | | | | |
553 | Into the heart of Jesus, deeper and deeper I go | | | | | | | |
554 | Let ev'ry heart rejoice and sing | | | | | | | |
555 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
556 | Lullaby and good night! | | | | | | | |
557 | Mid pleasures and palaces | | | | | | | |
558 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
559 | Now rest beneath night's shadow | | | | | | | |
560 | Now thank we all our God | | | | | | | |
561 | O beautiful for spacious skies | | | | | | | |
562 | O Lord, our Lord, how excellent Thy name | | | | | | | |
563 | O sacred head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
564 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
565 | Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee | | | | | | | |
566 | Soft as the voice of an angel, and peace attend thee | | | | | | | |
567 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
568 | The grace of the lord Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
569 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
570 | The sands have been washed | | | | | | | |
571 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
572 | There is a sea which day by day | | | | | | | |
573 | There's a land beyond the river | | | | | | | |
574 | To love some one more dearly | | | | | | | |
575 | When storms around are sweeping | | | | | | | |
576 | When the crimson sun is set | | | | | | | |
577 | A sunbeam, a sunbeam! | | | | | | | |
578 | All my heart this night rejoices | | | | | | | |
579 | Away in a manger, no crib for His bed | | | | | | | |
580 | Be like Jesus, this my song | | | | | | | |
581 | Can you count the stars of evening | | | | | | | |
582 | Enter into his gates with thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
583 | Father, we thank Thee for the night | | | | | | | |
584 | Hark! 'tis the shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
585 | Harvest fields with gold aglow | | | | | | | |
586 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
587 | I washed my hands this morning | | | | | | | |
588 | Jesus bids us shine, with a clear, pure light | | | | | | | |
589 | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |
590 | Jesus loves the little children | | | | | | | |
591 | Jesus said of little children | | | | | | | |
592 | Joy-bells ringing, children singing | | | | | | | |
593 | Love Him, love Him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |
594 | O worship the Lord, in the beauty of holiness | | | | | | | |
595 | Shine, shine just where you are | | | | | | | |
596 | Somebody did a golden deed | | | | | | | |
597 | The lord is in his holy temple: | | | | | | | |
598 | Two little hands to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
599 | We'll walk in the light, beautiful light | | | | | | | |
600 | When He cometh, when He cometh | | | | | | | |