# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | My soul before thee prostrate lies | | | | | | | |
602 | It is an easy thing to say | | | | | | | |
603 | Why do we waste, in trifling cares | | | | | | | |
604 | Forth in thy name, O Lord! we go | | | | | | | |
605 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
606 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
607 | Oh know ye not that ye | | | | | | | |
608 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
609 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
610 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
611 | Awake, our soul;, away, our fears | | | | | | | |
612 | Awake, my soul: lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
613 | Press on, press on! ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
614 | The Christian warrior,--see him stand | | | | | | | |
615 | Assist us, Lord, to act, to be | | | | | | | |
616 | We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead | | | | | | | |
617 | How happy is he born or taught | | | | | | | |
618 | As body when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
619 | Go, labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
620 | I ask not wealth, but power to take | | | | | | | |
621 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
622 | Rejoice, believer, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
623 | Thy way is in the deep, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
624 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
625 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
626 | All-seeing God, 'tis thine to know | | | | | | | |
627 | Come in, thou blessed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
628 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
629 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
630 | Lord, lead the way the Savior went | | | | | | | |
631 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
632 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
633 | What shall we render, bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
634 | Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou | | | | | | | |
635 | Father, refuge of my soul | | | | | | | |
636 | Lord, in thee I place my trust | | | | | | | |
637 | Lord, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
638 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
639 | The world can neither give nor take | | | | | | | |
640 | In thee my powers, my treasures live | | | | | | | |
641 | Beneath thine hammer, Lord, I lie | | | | | | | |
642 | Bear on, my soul! the bitter cross | | | | | | | |
643 | My God, I thank thee! may no thought | | | | | | | |
644 | Deem not that they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
645 | He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower | | | | | | | |
646 | O love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
647 | We have no home on earth below | | | | | | | |
648 | Great Author of the world, I bow | | | | | | | |
649 | They passed away from sight and hand | | | | | | | |
650 | Oh could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
651 | I have a heritage of joy | | | | | | | |
652 | Faint not, poor traveller, though thy way | | | | | | | |
653 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
654 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
655 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
656 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
657 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
658 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | | | |
659 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
660 | For ever with the Lord | | | | | | | |
661 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
662 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
663 | Our heaven is everywhere | | | | | | | |
664 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
665 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
666 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
667 | There is an hour, when I must part | | | | | | | |
668 | All as God wills! who wisely heeds | | | | | | | |
669 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
670 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
671 | O God! thy grace and blessing give | | | | | | | |
672 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
673 | O what concerns it him whose way | | | | | | | |
674 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
675 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
676 | All earthly charms, however dear | | | | | | | |
677 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
678 | To God, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
679 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | | | |
680 | Hark the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
681 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
682 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
683 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
684 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
685 | Who, when darkness gathered o'er us | | | | | | | |
686 | Call the Lord thy sure salvation | | | | | | | |
687 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
688 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
689 | Gone are those great and good | | | | | | | |
690 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
691 | O Thou whose presence went before | | | | | | | |
692 | O Lord of hosts, Almighty King | | | | | | | |
693 | Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
694 | Father of all, with song and prayer | | | | | | | |
695 | Mysterious Presence, Source of all | | | | | | | |
696 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
697 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
698 | I love thy Church, O God | | | | | | | |
699 | Still with thee, O my God! | | | | | | | |
700 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |