# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | O thou that hearest prayer! | | | | | | | |
302 | Lord, thou art good; all nature shows | | | | | | | |
303 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
304 | Thou Grace Divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
305 | O God, our strength! to thee the song | | | | | | | |
306 | God is love: his mecy brightens | | | | | | | |
307 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
308 | Call the Lord thy sure salvation | | | | | | | |
309 | Father, hear the prayer we offer | | | | | | | |
310 | Lord and Father, great and holy | | | | | | | |
311 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
312 | Thou, Lord of life, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
313 | In secret paths, God leads us on | | | | | | | |
314 | O Thou, in all thy might so far | | | | | | | |
315 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
316 | Pleasant are thy courts above | | | | | | | |
317 | Guide us, Lord, a pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
318 | Father, thy paternal care | | | | | | | |
319 | Everlasting arms of Love | | | | | | | |
320 | Lo, the lilies of the field! | | | | | | | |
321 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
322 | What is this that stirs within | | | | | | | |
323 | Holy Spirit, Light divine | | | | | | | |
324 | Faint the earth, and parched with drought | | | | | | | |
325 | Partners of a glorious hope! | | | | | | | |
326 | Behold! the morning sun | | | | | | | |
327 | Behold the sun, how bright | | | | | | | |
328 | God of the prophets' power | | | | | | | |
329 | That blessed law of thine | | | | | | | |
330 | Say not the law divine | | | | | | | |
331 | Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
332 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
333 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
334 | Come, Holy Spirit, come! | | | | | | | |
335 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
336 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
337 | When in silence, o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
338 | Hark! the herald-angels sing | | | | | | | |
339 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
340 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | | | | | |
341 | Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
342 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
343 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
344 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
345 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
346 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
347 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
348 | Onward, Christians, onward go | | | | | | | |
349 | Granted is the Saviour's prayer | | | | | | | |
350 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
351 | Come, thou long-expected Saviour | | | | | | | |
352 | Angels bending from the sky | | | | | | | |
353 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
354 | O Love! O Life! our faith and sight | | | | | | | |
355 | O Jesus, Light of all below | | | | | | | |
356 | Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
357 | The loving Friend to all who bowed | | | | | | | |
358 | The Crucified is gone before | | | | | | | |
359 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
360 | Come, and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
361 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
362 | When my love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
363 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
364 | When arise the thoughts of sin | | | | | | | |
365 | On thy Church, O Power Divine! | | | | | | | |
366 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
367 | It is finished,--glorious word | | | | | | | |
368 | Lo! the feast is spread to-day | | | | | | | |
369 | O thou great Friend to all the sons of men | | | | | | | |
370 | Pour, blessed gospel, glorious news for man | | | | | | | |
371 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
372 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
373 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
374 | Cross, reproach, and tribulation | | | | | | | |
375 | Oh, while thou dost smile upon me | | | | | | | |
376 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
377 | Oh, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
378 | Oh, let your mingling voices rise | | | | | | | |
379 | O Lord, how happy should I be | | | | | | | |
380 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
381 | It was no path of flowers | | | | | | | |
382 | Burden of shame and woe! | | | | | | | |
383 | Father, who art on high! | | | | | | | |
384 | The peace which God bestows | | | | | | | |
385 | Jews were wrought to cruel madness | | | | | | | |
386 | "It is finished!" Man of sorrows! | | | | | | | |
387 | Holy Spirit, Lord of light! | | | | | | | |
388 | Holy Ghost that, promised, came | | | | | | | |
389 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
390 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
391 | A voice upon the midnight air | | | | | | | |
392 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
393 | O suffering Friend of human kind! | | | | | | | |
394 | Jesus, and can it ever be | | | | | | | |
395 | It is not strange, the darkest hour | | | | | | | |
396 | Jesus, thou Joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
397 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
398 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
399 | Dark were the paths our Master trod | | | | | | | |
400 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | | | |