# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |
402 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
403 | I love to think [sing] of heaven, where white robed angels are | | | | | | | |
404 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
405 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
406 | It is the Lord, enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
407 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
408 | How sweet on thy bosom to rest | | | | | | | |
409 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
410 | If life in sorrow must be spent | | | | | | | |
411 | My times of sorrow and of joy Great God, are in | | | | | | | |
412 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
413 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
414 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
415 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
416 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
417 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
418 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
419 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
420 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
421 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
422 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
423 | A throne of grace, then let us go | | | | | | | |
424 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
425 | My gracious Lord [God], I own thy right | | | | | | | |
426 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
427 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
428 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
429 | Ashamed to be a Christian | | | | | | | |
430 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
431 | Love is the fountain, whence | | | | | | | |
432 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
433 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
434 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
435 | I rest my soul on Jesus | | | | | | | |
436 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
437 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
438 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
439 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
440 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
441 | Didst thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
442 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
443 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
444 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
445 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
446 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
447 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
T5 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
T6a | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
T6b | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
T7 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
T8a | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
T8b | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
T9a | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
T9b | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
T10a | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
T10b | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
T11 | Rocked in the cradle of the deep | | | | | | | |
T12 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
T13 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
T14 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
T15a | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
T15b | Here at thy cross, incarnate God | | | | | | | |
T16a | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
T16b | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
T17 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
T18a | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
T18b | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
T19a | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
T19b | Salvation, oh, the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
T20a | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
T20b | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
T21 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
T22 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
T23a | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
T23b | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
T24a | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
T24b | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
T25 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
T26a | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
T26b | Our Father! through the coming year | | | | | | | |
T27a | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
T27b | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
T28a | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
T28b | Sing to the Lord a new-made song | | | | | | | |
T29 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
T30 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
T31a | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
T31b | Oh, for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
T32a | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
T32b | To us a Child of Hope is born | | | | | | | |
T33 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
T34a | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
T34b | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
T35a | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
T35b | Oh, how I love thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
T36a | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
T36b | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
T37 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
T38a | Lord God, the Holy Ghost! In this accepted | | | | | | | |