# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
702 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly place | | | | | | | |
703 | My soul, triumphant in the Lord | | | | | | | |
704 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
705 | Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice | | | | | | | |
706 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
707 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
708 | Come, let us pray; 'tis sweet to feel | | | | | | | |
709 | A throne of grace! then let us go | | | | | | | |
710 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
711 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
712 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
713 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
714 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
715 | Our heavenly Father, hear | | | | | | | |
716 | Our Father, God, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
717 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
718 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
719 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
720 | Watched by the world's malignant eye | | | | | | | |
721 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
722 | Thus I resolved before the Lord | | | | | | | |
723 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
724 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
725 | Faith is a precious grace | | | | | | | |
726 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
727 | If on a quiet sea | | | | | | | |
728 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
729 | O, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
730 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
731 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
732 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
733 | There is a hope, a blessed hope | | | | | | | |
734 | Borne o'er the ocean's stormy wave | | | | | | | |
735 | When floating on life's troubled sea | | | | | | | |
736 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
737 | O God, my Father and my King | | | | | | | |
738 | Let Pharisees, of high esteem | | | | | | | |
739 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
740 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
741 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
742 | Faith, hope, and charity, these three | | | | | | | |
743 | Faith, hope, and love now dwell on earth | | | | | | | |
744 | One prayer I have, all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
745 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
746 | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
747 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
748 | Patience, O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
749 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
750 | Awake, my soul, rouse every power | | | | | | | |
751 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
752 | "Blest are the meek," he said | | | | | | | |
753 | Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly | | | | | | | |
754 | "O learn of me," the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
755 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
756 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
757 | Come, let us search our ways and see | | | | | | | |
758 | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
759 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
760 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
761 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
762 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
763 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
764 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
765 | Blest be the dear, uniting love | | | | | | | |
766 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
767 | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
768 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
769 | When forced to part from those we love | | | | | | | |
770 | Now, Lord, we part a while | | | | | | | |
771 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
772 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
773 | Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
774 | How far, alas! in sinful ways | | | | | | | |
775 | The awful message came | | | | | | | |
776 | O that I were as heretofore | | | | | | | |
777 | O, where is now that glowing love | | | | | | | |
778 | Where is my Savior now | | | | | | | |
779 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
780 | O Jesus, full of grace | | | | | | | |
781 | Backsliding Isael, hear the voice | | | | | | | |
782 | Return, O wandering soul, return | | | | | | | |
783 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
784 | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
785 | O, speak that word again | | | | | | | |
786 | The Savior, when to heaven he rose | | | | | | | |
787 | "Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
788 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
789 | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
790 | Comfort, ye ministers of grace | | | | | | | |
791 | Blest is the hour when cares depart | | | | | | | |
792 | Would you win a soul to God? | | | | | | | |
793 | Lord of the harvest, hear | | | | | | | |
794 | Go forth, ye heralds, in my name | | | | | | | |
795 | Shall I, for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
796 | Lift aloud the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
797 | O thou, who on thy chosen Son | | | | | | | |
798 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
799 | And now the solemn deed is done | | | | | | | |
800 | 'Tis done--th' important act is done | | | | | | | |