# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
602 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
603 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
604 | Brightness of the Father's glory | | | | | | | |
605 | Hark! an awful voice is sounding | | | | | | | |
606 | Where the wilderness is lying | | | | | | | |
607 | Hail, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
608 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
609 | Come, Thou soul-transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
610 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
611 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
612 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
613 | Welcome days of solemn meeting | | | | | | | |
614 | Listen, sinner! Mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
615 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
616 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
617 | In thy name, O Lord, assembling | | | | | | | |
618 | Come, ye souls by sin afflicted | | | | | | | |
619 | Come ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
620 | Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us | | | | | | | |
621 | Heavenly Father, grant Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
622 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
623 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
624 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
625 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
626 | Lo, the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
627 | While we lowly bow before thee | | | | | | | |
628 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
629 | Come Thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
630 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
631 | Saviour, visit Thy plantation | | | | | | | |
632 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
633 | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
634 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
635 | They that toil upon the deep | | | | | | | |
636 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
637 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
638 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
639 | To Thee, O blessed Saviuor | | | | | | | |
640 | To thee, my God my Saviour | | | | | | | |
641 | I trust the Lord | | | | | | | |
642 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
643 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
644 | Where Stamboul's towers are gleaming | | | | | | | |
645 | Rise up, all ye believers | | | | | | | |
646 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
647 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
648 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
649 | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
650 | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
651 | Come, Thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
652 | Praise ye Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
653 | To-day the Savior calls! | | | | | | | |
654 | To thee, my God, I come | | | | | | | |
655 | Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
656 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
657 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
658 | Glad hearts to Thee we bring | | | | | | | |
659 | Come all ye saints of God | | | | | | | |
660 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
661 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
662 | Sing, sing His lofty praise | | | | | | | |
663 | The winter is over and gone | | | | | | | |
664 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
665 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
666 | 'Tis finished; the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
667 | We speak of the realms of the blessed | | | | | | | |
668 | How sweetly, along the gay mead | | | | | | | |
669 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
670 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
671 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
672 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
673 | Just as thou art--without one trace | | | | | | | |
674 | Again the day returns of holy rest | | | | | | | |
675 | O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides | | | | | | | |
676 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
677 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
678 | The Lord is my Shepherd, nor want shall I know | | | | | | | |
679 | While Thou, O my God, art my Help and Defender | | | | | | | |
680 | O, join ye the anthems of triumph that rise | | | | | | | |
681 | Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God | | | | | | | |
682 | See, daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean | | | | | | | |
683 | Saviour, whose mercy severe in its kindness | | | | | | | |
684 | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
685 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
686 | O praise ye the Lord, His greatness proclaim | | | | | | | |
687 | Though trouble assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
688 | O praise ye the Lord! prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
689 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
690 | Seek ye the fold of Christ now in life's morning | | | | | | | |
691 | 'Twas the day when God's anointed | | | | | | | |
692 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
693 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
694 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
695 | God, the all-terrible, Thou who ordainest | | | | | | | |
696 | O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
697 | Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have ye seen | | | | | | | |
698 | When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |
699 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
700 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |