# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
602 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
603 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
604 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
605 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
606 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
607 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
608 | O, may my heart, by grace renewed | | | | | | | |
609 | Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll | | | | | | | |
610 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
611 | O, let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
612 | O Lord, my best desire fulfill | | | | | | | |
613 | In trouble and in grief, O God | | | | | | | |
614 | My God, I thank thee; may no thought | | | | | | | |
615 | My soul, why sink when griefs oppress | | | | | | | |
616 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
617 | What though no flowers the fig tree clothe | | | | | | | |
618 | Let me but hear my Savior say | | | | | | | |
619 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
620 | Commit thou all thy ways | | | | | | | |
621 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
622 | O thou by long experience tried | | | | | | | |
623 | Source of eternal joys divine | | | | | | | |
624 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
625 | This world would be a wilderness | | | | | | | |
626 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
627 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
628 | O, cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
629 | The thunder bursts; its rolling might | | | | | | | |
630 | There's not a hope with comfort fraught | | | | | | | |
631 | Blest is the man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
632 | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |
633 | When human hopes and joys depart | | | | | | | |
634 | Thou art my refuge, O my God | | | | | | | |
635 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
636 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
637 | When Power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
638 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
639 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
640 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
641 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
642 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
643 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
644 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
645 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
646 | Religion's dictates can assuage | | | | | | | |
647 | O for a heart to praise my God! | | | | | | | |
648 | O, could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
649 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
650 | Lord, help me to resign | | | | | | | |
651 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
652 | Walk in the light; so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
653 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
654 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
655 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
656 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
657 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
658 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
659 | Eternal God, our wondering soul | | | | | | | |
660 | O God, thou art my God alone | | | | | | | |
661 | Gently, Lord, O, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
662 | My God, the pilot's part perform | | | | | | | |
663 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
664 | In vain my roving thoughts would find | | | | | | | |
665 | Be thou, O Lord, my treasure here | | | | | | | |
666 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
667 | Awake, our souls; away, our fears | | | | | | | |
668 | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
669 | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
670 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
671 | O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
672 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
673 | Our Captain leads us on | | | | | | | |
674 | Be firm and be faithful | | | | | | | |
675 | Children of light, awake | | | | | | | |
676 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
677 | In robes of spring was nature dressed | | | | | | | |
678 | O Zion, when I think on thee | | | | | | | |
679 | Where Babylon's broad rivers roll | | | | | | | |
680 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
681 | Dear Lord, I see how sinful men | | | | | | | |
682 | Sit thou in sackcloth, O my soul | | | | | | | |
683 | O that floods of bitter waters | | | | | | | |
684 | An awful day draws near | | | | | | | |
685 | Jesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
686 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
687 | How blest is he who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
688 | Happy, forever happy he | | | | | | | |
689 | Blest are the men whose mercies move | | | | | | | |
690 | Awake, my zeal, awake, my love | | | | | | | |
691 | With mines of wealth are sinners poor | | | | | | | |
692 | When thy harvest yields thee pleasure | | | | | | | |
693 | Lord, lead the way the Savior went | | | | | | | |
694 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
695 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
696 | Happy the man whose generous heart | | | | | | | |
697 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
698 | What shall we render, bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
699 | Where the lost and wretched are | | | | | | | |
700 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |