# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Gracious Savior, we adore thee | | | | | | | |
502 | Descend, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
503 | Meekly in Jordan's holy stream | | | | | | | |
504 | Come, saints, adore your Savior, God | | | | | | | |
505 | Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine | | | | | | | |
506 | O Lord, we in thy footsteps tread | | | | | | | |
507 | Savior, thy law we love | | | | | | | |
508 | While, in this sacred rite of thine | | | | | | | |
509 | "Proclaim," saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
510 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
511 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
512 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
513 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
514 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
515 | Jesus, the Friend of man | | | | | | | |
516 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
517 | Let vain pursuits and vain desires | | | | | | | |
518 | O for a prophet's fire | | | | | | | |
519 | Lord, at thy table we behold | | | | | | | |
520 | Do this, and remember the blood that was shed | | | | | | | |
521 | Remember thee, redeeming Lord? | | | | | | | |
522 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
523 | O thou, my soul, forget no more | | | | | | | |
524 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
525 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
526 | Ye followers of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
527 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
528 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
529 | Lo, what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
530 | All praise to our redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
531 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
532 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
533 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
534 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
535 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
536 | O, here, if ever, God of love | | | | | | | |
537 | In one fraternal bond of love | | | | | | | |
538 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
539 | Great the joy when Christians meet | | | | | | | |
540 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
541 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
542 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
543 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
544 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
545 | I love the Lord; he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
546 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
547 | Grace, 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
548 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
549 | When strangers stand, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
550 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
551 | "Joy to those that serve the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
552 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
553 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
554 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
555 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
556 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
557 | Behold, what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
558 | O happy soul, that lives on high | | | | | | | |
559 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
560 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
561 | How peaceful is the Christian's breast! | | | | | | | |
562 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
563 | Shall I, to gain the world's applause | | | | | | | |
564 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
565 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
566 | Didst thou, dear Savior, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
567 | Blest are the undefiled in heart | | | | | | | |
568 | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
569 | Blest is the man, forever blest | | | | | | | |
570 | The mind was formed to mount sublime | | | | | | | |
571 | O, lay not up upon this earth | | | | | | | |
572 | Supreme in wisdom, as in power | | | | | | | |
573 | O that thy statutes every hour | | | | | | | |
574 | May I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | | | |
575 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
576 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
577 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
578 | I lift my soul to God | | | | | | | |
579 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
580 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
581 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
582 | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
583 | And is this life prolonged to me? | | | | | | | |
584 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
585 | Religion's form is vain | | | | | | | |
586 | Is it a thing of good report | | | | | | | |
587 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
588 | O, how can praise my tongue employ | | | | | | | |
589 | Long have we heard the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
590 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
591 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
592 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
593 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
594 | With earnest longings of the mind | | | | | | | |
595 | When, O my Savior, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
596 | Through this wide wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
597 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
598 | My spirit sinks within me, Lord | | | | | | | |
599 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
600 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |