# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
302 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
303 | Now thank we all our God | | | | | | | |
304 | Salvation doth to God belong | | | | | | | |
305 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
306 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
307 | Before the Lord we bow | | | | | | | |
308 | Lord God, we worship Thee! | | | | | | | |
309 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
310 | Dread Jehovah, God of nations | | | | | | | |
311 | Almighty Lord, before Thy Throne | | | | | | | |
312 | O God of love, O King of peace | | | | | | | |
313 | Now may the God of grace and power | | | | | | | |
314 | When, streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
315 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
316 | To Sion's hill I lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
317 | There is a blesséd home | | | | | | | |
318 | Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go | | | | | | | |
319 | He that has God his guardian made | | | | | | | |
320 | O God, my gracious God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
321 | Up to the hills I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
322 | We build with fruitless cost, unless | | | | | | | |
323 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
324 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
325 | Saviour, when night involves the skies | | | | | | | |
326 | God of our fathers, by Whose hand | | | | | | | |
327 | To-morrow, Lord, is Thine | | | | | | | |
328 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
329 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
330 | Come, my soul, thou must be waking | | | | | | | |
331 | Christ, Whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
332 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
333 | All praise to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
334 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
335 | Abide with me: fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
336 | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
337 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
338 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere we go | | | | | | | |
339 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
340 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
341 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
342 | Through the day Thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
343 | Great God, to Thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
344 | God, that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
345 | The sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
346 | The day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
347 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
348 | Hail! gladd'ning Light, of His pure glory poured | | | | | | | |
349 | The day is gently sinking to a close | | | | | | | |
350 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
351 | Lord, when this holy morning broke | | | | | | | |
352 | Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
353 | The winged herald of the day | | | | | | | |
354 | Dawn purples all the east with light | | | | | | | |
355 | Come, Holy Ghost, with God the Son | | | | | | | |
356 | O God of truth, O Lord of might | | | | | | | |
357 | O God! creation's secret Force | | | | | | | |
358 | As now the sun's declining rays | | | | | | | |
359 | Before the ending of the day | | | | | | | |
360 | Father of mercies! in Thy word | | | | | | | |
361 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
362 | O Word of God incarnate | | | | | | | |
363 | God's perfect law converts the soul | | | | | | | |
364 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
365 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
366 | Thy word is to my feet a lamp | | | | | | | |
367 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | | | | | |
368 | Instruct me in Thy statutes, Lord | | | | | | | |
369 | Salvation, O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
370 | Saviour, source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
371 | All glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
372 | To our Redeemer's glorious Name | | | | | | | |
373 | Sing, my soul, His wondrous love | | | | | | | |
374 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
375 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
376 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
377 | He's blest, whose sins have pardon gain'd | | | | | | | |
378 | All ye who seek for sure relief | | | | | | | |
379 | Ah, not like erring man is God | | | | | | | |
380 | When, wounded sore, the stricken soul | | | | | | | |
381 | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
382 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
383 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
384 | The voice of free grace | | | | | | | |
385 | Now to the Lamb that once was slain | | | | | | | |
386 | O Thou who hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
387 | Stay, Thou long-suffering Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
388 | O Jesus, Saviour of the lost | | | | | | | |
389 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
390 | O let triumphant faith dispel | | | | | | | |
391 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
392 | Just as I am,--without one plea | | | | | | | |
393 | Jesu, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
394 | Jesus, my Saviour, look on me | | | | | | | |
395 | How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
396 | For ever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
397 | A Mountain Fastness is our God | | | | | | | |
398 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
399 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
400 | Lord, teach us how to pray aright | | | | | | | |