# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
602 | Behold! the servant of the Lord | | | | | | | |
603 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
604 | As earth's pageant passes by | | | | | | | |
605 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
606 | 'Tis not the skill of human art | | | | | | | |
607 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
608 | As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean | | | | | | | |
609 | O love! O true and fadeless light! | | | | | | | |
610 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
611 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
612 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
613 | Father, there is no change to live with thee | | | | | | | |
614 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
615 | When shall thy love constrain | | | | | | | |
616 | How happy are the new-born race | | | | | | | |
617 | She loved her Saviour, and to him | | | | | | | |
618 | O human heart! thou hast a song | | | | | | | |
619 | Alas the outer emptiness! | | | | | | | |
620 | The thing my God doth hate | | | | | | | |
621 | O Thou, who hast at thy command | | | | | | | |
622 | Our heaven is everywhere | | | | | | | |
623 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
624 | O for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
625 | Let Him, to whom we now belong | | | | | | | |
626 | Father, they who thee receive | | | | | | | |
627 | Father, my lifted eye | | | | | | | |
628 | Father! on me the grace bestow | | | | | | | |
629 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
630 | Great God! my Father and my Friend | | | | | | | |
631 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord! | | | | | | | |
632 | He that is down needs fear no fall | | | | | | | |
633 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
634 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
635 | Lord, that I may learn of thee | | | | | | | |
636 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
637 | Soul! couldst thou while on earth remaining | | | | | | | |
638 | And is the Gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
639 | O, arm me with the mind | | | | | | | |
640 | Speak gently,-- it is better far | | | | | | | |
641 | Lord, if thou thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
642 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
643 | My soul! what hast thou done for God? | | | | | | | |
644 | If all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
645 | Lord, with fervor I would praise thee | | | | | | | |
646 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
647 | Mere human powers shall fast decay | | | | | | | |
648 | How rich the blessings, O my God | | | | | | | |
649 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
650 | Hope, though slow she be, and late | | | | | | | |
651 | The world may change from old to new | | | | | | | |
652 | All before us lies the way | | | | | | | |
653 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
654 | Thy happy ones a strain begin | | | | | | | |
655 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
656 | "Father, thy will, not mine, be done!" | | | | | | | |
657 | Thy path, like most by mortals trod | | | | | | | |
658 | To weary hearts, to mourning homes | | | | | | | |
659 | Beneath thine hammer, Lord, I lie | | | | | | | |
660 | I cannot call affliction sweet | | | | | | | |
661 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
662 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
663 | Eternal and immortal King! | | | | | | | |
664 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
665 | Spirit of God, immortal Love! | | | | | | | |
666 | Long plunged in sorrow, I resign | | | | | | | |
667 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
668 | A trusting heart, a yearning eye | | | | | | | |
669 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
670 | Blest is the man who fears the Lord! | | | | | | | |
671 | All nature feels attractive power | | | | | | | |
672 | To keep the lamp alive | | | | | | | |
673 | Lord! I believe; thy power I own | | | | | | | |
674 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers | | | | | | | |
675 | Why, thou never-setting Light | | | | | | | |
676 | Heavenly Father! to whose eye | | | | | | | |
677 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
678 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
679 | Glory to thee, whose powerful word | | | | | | | |
680 | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
681 | My God, I thank thee! may no thought | | | | | | | |
682 | One prayer I have, all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
683 | O Lord! my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
684 | Thy will be done! In devious way | | | | | | | |
685 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
686 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
687 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
688 | The Lord,--how tender is his love | | | | | | | |
689 | Father, O, hear me now! | | | | | | | |
690 | I ask not now for gold to gild | | | | | | | |
691 | He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower | | | | | | | |
692 | I worship thee, sweet Will of God! | | | | | | | |
693 | Thou, infinite in love! | | | | | | | |
694 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | | | |
695 | The mourners came, at break of day | | | | | | | |
696 | Bright were the mornings first impearled | | | | | | | |
697 | The waters of Bethesda's pool | | | | | | | |
698 | The energies too stern for mirth | | | | | | | |
699 | Where is the tree the prophet threw | | | | | | | |
700 | Is there a lone and dreary hour | | | | | | | |