# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | See, gracious God, before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
302 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
303 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
304 | To Christ, in each fresh hour of woe | | | | | | | |
305 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
306 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
307 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
308 | Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me | | | | | | | |
309 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
310 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
311 | Not in the churchyard shall he sleep | | | | | | | |
312 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
313 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
314 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
315 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
316 | The branch is stooping to thy hand | | | | | | | |
317 | Father of mercies, in Thy word | | | | | | | |
318 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
319 | Great is the Lord; His works of might | | | | | | | |
320 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
321 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
322 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
323 | Let saints below in concert sing | | | | | | | |
324 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
325 | How sweet the evening shadows fall | | | | | | | |
326 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
327 | God, my Supporter and my Hope | | | | | | | |
328 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
329 | Now shall my solemn vows be paid | | | | | | | |
330 | Lord, when we bend before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
331 | Lord, I believe; Thy power I own | | | | | | | |
332 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
333 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
334 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
335 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
336 | My God, my everlasting Hope | | | | | | | |
337 | My thoughts surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
338 | O God, my heart is fully bent | | | | | | | |
339 | In all my vast concerns with Thee | | | | | | | |
340 | Far o'er the land the precious grain | | | | | | | |
341 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
342 | Hide not thy talent in the earth | | | | | | | |
343 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
344 | O city of the Lord, begin | | | | | | | |
345 | Hosanna to our conquering King! | | | | | | | |
346 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
347 | O happy man, whose soul is filled | | | | | | | |
348 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
349 | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
350 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
351 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
352 | O, praise the Lord, for He is good | | | | | | | |
353 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
354 | We seek a rest beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
355 | There is a line, by us unseen | | | | | | | |
356 | Delightful work, young souls to win | | | | | | | |
357 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
358 | Bestow, O Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
359 | Jesus, the vision of Thy face | | | | | | | |
360 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
361 | I love to steal a while away | | | | | | | |
362 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
363 | Thou art the Way: to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
364 | Jesus, I love Thy charming name | | | | | | | |
365 | When will this weary struggle cease | | | | | | | |
366 | Eternal Sun of Righteousness | | | | | | | |
367 | Say, who is she that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
368 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
369 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
370 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
371 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
372 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
373 | There is a Fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
374 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
375 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
376 | Sweet is the memory of Thy grace | | | | | | | |
377 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
378 | Prostrate, dear Jesus at Thy feet | | | | | | | |
379 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
380 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
381 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
382 | Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
383 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
384 | In the soft season of Thy youth | | | | | | | |
385 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
386 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
387 | Great God, Thy penetrating eye | | | | | | | |
388 | How dread are Thine eternal years | | | | | | | |
389 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
390 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
391 | To Thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
392 | O Thou to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
393 | Let us adore the eternal Word | | | | | | | |
394 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
395 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
396 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
397 | Ye servant of the Lord | | | | | | | |
398 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
399 | I saw, beyond the tomb | | | | | | | |
400 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |