# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
226 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
227 | Deathless principle, arise | | | | | | | |
228 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
229 | Lord, can a helpless worm like me | | | | | | | |
230 | Lord, thou hast bid us labour | | | | | | | |
232 | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
233 | O beautiful abode of earth | | | | | | | |
234 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
235 | Hail! my ever-blesséd Jesus | | | | | | | |
236 | Why, O my soul, these gloomy fears? | | | | | | | |
237 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
238 | The more the cross the nearer heaven | | | | | | | |
240 | Courage, my soul! behold the prize | | | | | | | |
241 | No shadows yonder! All light and song | | | | | | | |
242 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
243 | My soul, go boldly forth | | | | | | | |
244 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
246 | Ye visions bright, of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
247 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
248 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
250 | O it is hard to work for God | | | | | | | |
253a | Cast thy burden on the Lord | | | | | | | |
253b | Fear not, O little flock, the foe | | | | | | | |
254 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want | | | | | | | |
255 | Whatever God does is well! | | | | | | | |
256 | Lord, a happy child of thine | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
258 | At every motion of our breath | | | | | | | |
259 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
260 | To-day mine, to-morrow thine! | | | | | | | |
261 | O thou that wouldst not have | | | | | | | |
262 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
263 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
264 | He lives--the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
265 | Lord, what is man! that child of pride | | | | | | | |
266 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
267 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
268 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
269 | Why haltest thus, deluded heart? | | | | | | | |
271 | Thou seest my feebleness\ | | | | | | | |
272 | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
273 | Sing, sing his lofty praise | | | | | | | |
274 | While others pray for the grace to die | | | | | | | |
276a | Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy divine | | | | | | | |
276b | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
277 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
278 | "Jesus' hour is not yet come" | | | | | | | |
280 | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
281 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
282 | 'Tis finished! the Messiah dies | | | | | | | |
283 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
284 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
286 | The kine unguided went | | | | | | | |
287 | Who seeks in weakness an excuse | | | | | | | |
289 | That man no guard or weapon needs | | | | | | | |
290 | One prayer I have,--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
291 | Rejoice evermore, With angels above | | | | | | | |
292 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
293 | O for the happy days gone by | | | | | | | |
296 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
297 | Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint | | | | | | | |
298 | I'm on my way to Canaan | | | | | | | |
300 | What thousands never knew the road! | | | | | | | |
301 | Sinner go, will you go | | | | | | | |
302 | Jesus, immortal King, arise! | | | | | | | |
303 | The voice of free grace Cries, escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
304 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
305 | Now I live, But if to-night? | | | | | | | |
306 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
307 | How are thy servants blessed, O Lord | | | | | | | |
308 | Though troubles assail | | | | | | | |
311 | O Spirit of the living God! | | | | | | | |
312 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed! | | | | | | | |
314 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
315 | O how sweet it is to me | | | | | | | |
316 | What though my frail eyelids refuse | | | | | | | |
318 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
319 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
320 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
321 | Awake, ye saints, awake! | | | | | | | |
322 | Source of all good to which I aspire | | | | | | | |
323 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
324 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
327 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
328 | Breast the wave, Christian | | | | | | | |
329 | Sweet Patience, come! | | | | | | | |
330 | Could the creatures help or ease us | | | | | | | |
331 | Begone unbelief, My Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
334 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
335 | O how I love thy holy word | | | | | | | |
336 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
337 | The God of Abrah'm praise | | | | | | | |
339 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
340 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
341 | O happy soul that lives on high | | | | | | | |
342 | And may I hope, that when no more | | | | | | | |
343 | Who can the thoughts conceive | | | | | | | |
344 | My God! I know full well | | | | | | | |
345 | All praise to the Lamb! accepted I am | | | | | | | |
346 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |