# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a659 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
a660 | As the hart with eager looks | | | | | | | |
a661 | O Saviour, may we never rest | | | | | | | |
a662 | O love, of pure and heavenly birth! | | | | | | | |
a663 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
a664 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
a665 | King of mercy, King of love | | | | | | | |
a666 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
a667 | Spring up, my soul, with ardent flight | | | | | | | |
a668 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
a669 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
a670 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
a671 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
a672 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
a673 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
a674 | I want not India's pearly shore | | | | | | | |
a675 | I'm weary of staying; O, when shall I rest | | | | | | | |
a676 | O, exiled Paradise | | | | | | | |
a677 | Hear us, O God, for vengeance cry! | | | | | | | |
a678 | Saviour, come, thy saints are waiting | | | | | | | |
a679 | Thy sympathies and hopes are ours | | | | | | | |
a680 | Thy kingdom come, thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
a681 | Savior, haste; our souls are waiting | | | | | | | |
a682 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
a683 | Lord, how long wilt thou remain | | | | | | | |
a684 | Jesus, refuge of my soul | | | | | | | |
a685 | The triumphs of the martyred saints | | | | | | | |
a686 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
a687 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
a688 | Lord, in the wind, and waves, and sky | | | | | | | |
a689 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
a690 | O, cease, my wand'ring soul | | | | | | | |
a691 | Lonely and weary, by sorrows opprest | | | | | | | |
a692 | If Jesus should appear | | | | | | | |
a693 | The church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
a694 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
a695 | O, what a bright and blessèd world | | | | | | | |
a696 | How long shall death the tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
a697 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
a698 | Six thousand years are nearly passed | | | | | | | |
a699 | Jerusalem, our heavenly home | | | | | | | |
a700 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
a701 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
a702 | O, land of rest, for thee I sigh! | | | | | | | |
a703 | O, spare thy people, Lord | | | | | | | |
a704 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
a705 | When shall I see the day | | | | | | | |
a706 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
a707 | My song shall always be of him | | | | | | | |
a708 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
a709 | My spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
a710 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
a711 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
a712 | Saviour of the sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |
a713 | O, could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
a714 | Gently, Lord, O, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
a715 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, | | | | | | | |
a716 | To watch the morning's dawn | | | | | | | |
a717 | Look up, my soul, and hail the home | | | | | | | |
a718 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
a719 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
a720 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
a721 | Blest hour when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | | | |
a722 | What sound is this salutes my ear? | | | | | | | |
a723 | O, what hath Jesus bought for me! | | | | | | | |
a724 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
a725 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
a726 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
a727 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
a728 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
a729 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
a730 | Bright flowing fountains now I see | | | | | | | |
a731 | Lift your eyes of faith, and see | | | | | | | |
a732 | O, join ye the anthems of triumph that rise | | | | | | | |
a733 | 'Tis night; but O, the joyful morn | | | | | | | |
a734 | Lo, round the throne a glorious band | | | | | | | |
a735 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
a736 | A stranger in the world below | | | | | | | |
a737 | Jesus, thy church, with longing eyes | | | | | | | |
a738 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
a739 | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
a740 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
a741 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
a742 | Jesus, our hope, our life, our heaven | | | | | | | |
a743 | With heavenly weapons I have fought | | | | | | | |
a744 | Jesus, faithful to his word | | | | | | | |
a745 | There is a King of glory | | | | | | | |
a746 | Happy the man, whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
a747 | Thrice happy he who shuns the way | | | | | | | |
a748 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
a749 | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
a750 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
a751 | The haughty sinner I have seen | | | | | | | |
a752 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
a753 | Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
a754 | Behold the sure foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
a755 | I love thy church, O God! | | | | | | | |
a756 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
a757 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
a758 | With stately towers and bulwarks strong | | | | | | | |