# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Grateful the joyous news proclaim | | | | | | | |
402 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
403 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
404 | Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
405 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
406 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
407 | Son of God, thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
408 | Blest Spirit! source of divine grace! | | | | | | | |
409 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
410 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
411 | Thou art the Truth, whose steady day | | | | | | | |
412 | Saviour, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
413 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
414 | Teach me to feel another's wo | | | | | | | |
415 | God of love! my sins forgive | | | | | | | |
416 | Father of me and all mankind | | | | | | | |
417 | Pilgrim in the path of life | | | | | | | |
418 | Spirit of Peace! who, as a dove | | | | | | | |
419 | Where love with other graces reigns | | | | | | | |
420 | All Nature feels attractive power | | | | | | | |
421 | Though every grace my speech adorned | | | | | | | |
422 | Sweet is the love that mutual glows | | | | | | | |
423 | The glorious universe around | | | | | | | |
424 | God of love, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
425 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
426 | Behold! where, breathing love divine | | | | | | | |
427 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
428 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
429 | Far from thy servants, God of grace! | | | | | | | |
430 | I hear the voice of wo! | | | | | | | |
431 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
432 | We bow before thy gracious throne | | | | | | | |
433 | O arm me with the mind | | | | | | | |
434 | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
435 | How happy is he born, or taught | | | | | | | |
436 | Lord, that I may learn of thee | | | | | | | |
437 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
438 | Lord, if thou thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
439 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
440 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
441 | Why my soul, forever sighing | | | | | | | |
442 | If on our daily course, our mind | | | | | | | |
443 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
444 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
445 | Ye servants of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
446 | Perpetual Source of light and grace! | | | | | | | |
447 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
448 | Weak and irresolute is man | | | | | | | |
449 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
450 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
451 | Rejoice, believer, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
452 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
453 | Eternal and immortal King! | | | | | | | |
454 | My fainting soul! arise and sing | | | | | | | |
455 | Faith is the Christian's evidence | | | | | | | |
456 | The Faith that works by love | | | | | | | |
457 | My God! the steps of pious men | | | | | | | |
458 | There is a flower, a holy one | | | | | | | |
459 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
460 | As body, when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
461 | Lord, I believe; thy power I own | | | | | | | |
462 | There is a star whose gentle ray | | | | | | | |
463 | We tread the path our Master trod | | | | | | | |
464 | Father of our feeble race! | | | | | | | |
465 | Supreme and universal light! | | | | | | | |
466 | Father of all our mercies - thou | | | | | | | |
467 | Great God! my Father and my Friend | | | | | | | |
468 | God, who is just and kind | | | | | | | |
469 | Be with me, Lord, were'er I go | | | | | | | |
470 | Far from the paths of men, to Thee I sacredly retire | | | | | | | |
471 | Light of life, seraphic fire! | | | | | | | |
472 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
473 | O happy Christian, who can trust- | | | | | | | |
474 | Thrice happy souls, who, born of heaven | | | | | | | |
475 | Happy the man, who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
476 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
477 | Return, my soul, unto thy rest | | | | | | | |
478 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
479 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
480 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
481 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
482 | Ah! not for thee was woven | | | | | | | |
483 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
484 | Fare thee well, our fondly cherished | | | | | | | |
485 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
486 | Father, now receive him to thy bosom mild | | | | | | | |
487 | See the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
488 | How blessed the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
489 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
490 | Servant of God, well done! | | | | | | | |
491 | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
492 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
493 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
494 | Deathless soul, in joy arise | | | | | | | |
495 | Answer me, burning stars of night! | | | | | | | |
496 | When spirits from their cumbering clay | | | | | | | |
497 | Calm on the bosom of thy God | | | | | | | |
498 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
499 | Ah go! thou gentle spirit, go | | | | | | | |
500 | Come to land of peace! | | | | | | | |