# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
902 | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
903 | When those who feared the Lord of old | | | | | | | |
904 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
905 | How lovely the place where the Savior appears | | | | | | | |
906 | I and my house will serve the Lord, But first obedient to his word | | | | | | | |
907 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
908 | The world is grown old, [and] her pleasures are past | | | | | | | |
909 | This world is all enchanted ground | | | | | | | |
910 | Our joy is a created good | | | | | | | |
911 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
912 | In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone | | | | | | | |
913 | "By whom shall Jacob now arise?" | | | | | | | |
914 | How honored is the place | | | | | | | |
915 | O God of Zion, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
916 | Let plenteous grace descend upon those | | | | | | | |
917 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
918 | To us the voice of wisdom cries | | | | | | | |
919 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
920 | Blest is the man whose heart expands | | | | | | | |
921 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
922 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
923 | In Isr'l's fane by silent night | | | | | | | |
924 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
925 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
926 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
927 | Firm was my health, my day was bright | | | | | | | |
928 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
929 | I will extol thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |
930 | At every motion of our breath | | | | | | | |
931 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
932 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
933 | The short lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
934 | The grave is not a place of rest | | | | | | | |
935 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
936 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
937 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
938 | What is it for a saint to die | | | | | | | |
939 | Let death dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
940 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
941 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
942 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
943 | How peaceful is the closing scene | | | | | | | |
944 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
945 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
946 | On yonder glorious height | | | | | | | |
947 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
948 | Lord, let me see thy blissful face | | | | | | | |
949 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
950 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
951 | Sweet was the journey to the sky | | | | | | | |
952 | Hark, the gospel trumpet's sounding, Sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
953 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
954 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
955 | Thou Greatest and Best, O bow down thine ear | | | | | | | |
956 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
957 | Friend of the friendless and the faint | | | | | | | |
958 | Remember us, we pray thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
959 | Show me, O God, thy sacred way | | | | | | | |
960 | Sinners of Adam's fallen race | | | | | | | |
961 | Say, what is this I feel | | | | | | | |
962 | O help us Lord each hour of need | | | | | | | |
963 | Mercy alone can meet my case | | | | | | | |
964 | By every means, in every way | | | | | | | |
965 | Once a poor sinner cried | | | | | | | |
966 | How sad and awful [dreadful] is my state | | | | | | | |
967 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
968 | Go forth, ye saints, behold your King [Lord] | | | | | | | |
969 | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
970 | How much the drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
971 | Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign | | | | | | | |
972 | The heathen perish, day by day | | | | | | | |
973 | Now living waters flow | | | | | | | |
974 | Hark, what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
975 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
976 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
977 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
978 | Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies | | | | | | | |
979 | Lord, that so poor a worm as I | | | | | | | |
980 | And will ye go away from Christ | | | | | | | |
981 | In form I long had [have] bowed the knee | | | | | | | |
982 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
983 | Dear Lord, accept a sinful heart | | | | | | | |
984 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
985 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
986 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
987 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
988 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
989 | Sinners, hear your God and Savior | | | | | | | |
990 | Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
991 | Met, O God, to ask thy presence | | | | | | | |
992 | My Jesus, thou hast taught | | | | | | | |
993 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
994 | That man no guard [guards] or [nor] weapon [weapons] needs | | | | | | | |
995 | O from the world's vile slavery | | | | | | | |
996 | Behold the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
997 | My gracious Lord [God], I own thy right | | | | | | | |
998 | Our Canaan is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
999 | Farewell, my friends, time rolls along | | | | | | | |
1000 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |