# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
302 | Prayer is to God the soul's sure way | | | | | | | |
303 | Shepherd of Israel, hear my prayer | | | | | | | |
304 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
305 | Come, mighty Spirit, penetrate | | | | | | | |
306 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
307 | Far from the world, O Lord! I flee | | | | | | | |
308 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
309 | Spirit of God, thy churches wait | | | | | | | |
310 | Oh for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
311 | The dove, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
312 | Thou, long disowned, reviled, oppressed | | | | | | | |
313 | O Source of uncreated light | | | | | | | |
314 | Blest Spirit, source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
315 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
316 | Eternal God, thou Light divine | | | | | | | |
317 | O thou who all things dost control | | | | | | | |
318 | O love! how cheering is thy ray! | | | | | | | |
319 | Infinite Spirit, who art round us ever | | | | | | | |
320 | Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling | | | | | | | |
321 | I cannot find thee. Still on restless pinion | | | | | | | |
322 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
323 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
324 | Oh for the peace that floweth as a river | | | | | | | |
325 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
326 | Father, oh hear me now | | | | | | | |
327 | Thy will be done. In devious way | | | | | | | |
328 | Word of the ever-living God | | | | | | | |
329 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
330 | Our God, our God, thou shinest here | | | | | | | |
331 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
332 | Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
333 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
334 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
335 | Teach me, oh teach me! Lord, thy way | | | | | | | |
336 | Come, blessed Spirit, Source of light | | | | | | | |
337 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
338 | Behold! the morning sun | | | | | | | |
339 | Behold the sun, how bright | | | | | | | |
340 | God of the prophets' power | | | | | | | |
341 | That blessed law of thine | | | | | | | |
342 | Say not the law divine | | | | | | | |
343 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
344 | Lamp of our feet, whose hallowed beam | | | | | | | |
345 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
346 | How glorious is thy word, O God! | | | | | | | |
347 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
348 | To thee, my heart, Eternal King | | | | | | | |
349 | Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
350 | Glory to God, and peace on earth | | | | | | | |
351 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
352 | Behold where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
353 | Calm, on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
354 | Great God, wert thou extreme to mark | | | | | | | |
355 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
356 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
357 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
358 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
359 | See from on high a light divine | | | | | | | |
360 | O'er mountain tops, the mount of God | | | | | | | |
361 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
362 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
363 | When in silence, o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
364 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
365 | Every bird that upward springs | | | | | | | |
366 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
367 | Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man | | | | | | | |
368 | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
369 | Here shall death's triumph end: the rock-barred door | | | | | | | |
370 | Behold! the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
371 | Behold the amazing sight | | | | | | | |
372 | Jesus, I fain would find | | | | | | | |
373 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
374 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
375 | Come, thou long expected Saviour | | | | | | | |
376 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
377 | Alleluia! alleluia! | | | | | | | |
378 | To thee, O God! we homage pay | | | | | | | |
379 | As the bright sun's meridian blaze | | | | | | | |
380 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
381 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
382 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
383 | !See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
384 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
385 | A voice upon the midnight air | | | | | | | |
386 | Lord, in thy garden agony | | | | | | | |
387 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
388 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
389 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
390 | When my Love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
391 | Oh could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
392 | O let your mingling voices rise | | | | | | | |
393 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
394 | Burden of shame and woe | | | | | | | |
395 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
396 | There's not a hope, with comfort fraught | | | | | | | |
397 | O suffering Friend of human kind! | | | | | | | |
398 | "'Tis finished:" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
399 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | | | |
400 | Behold the man,--how glorious he | | | | | | | |