# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
502 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
503 | Forever blessed be the Lord, my Savior | | | | | | | |
504 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
505 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | | | |
506 | Though the mist hang [hangs] o'er the river | | | | | | | |
507 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
508 | Enthroned on high, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
509 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
510 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
511 | Forever with thyself, dear Lord | | | | | | | |
512 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
513 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
514 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
515 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
516 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
517 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
518 | Where Jesus is, there is no night | | | | | | | |
519 | Beneath my load of sin borne down | | | | | | | |
520 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
521 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
522 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
523 | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
524 | Great Shepherd of thy people, hear | | | | | | | |
525 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
526 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
527 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
528 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
529 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
530 | O it is hard to work for God | | | | | | | |
531 | Oh, all ye nations, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
532 | A youthful band, we tune our praise | | | | | | | |
533 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
534 | Dark shadows on our pathway lie | | | | | | | |
535 | The long lost son, with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
536 | There is a way that seemeth right, The steps go on with ease | | | | | | | |
537 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
538 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
539 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
540 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
541 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
542 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
543 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
544 | The hoary frost, the fleecy snow descend | | | | | | | |
545 | I love to think of the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
546 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
547 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
548 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
549 | They that toil upon the deep | | | | | | | |
550 | Jesus, merciful and mild, Lead me | | | | | | | |
551 | Does the gospel word proclaim | | | | | | | |
552 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
553 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
554 | Sleep not, soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
555 | Brethren! while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
556 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Haste to Zion's | | | | | | | |
557 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
558 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
559 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
560 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
561 | Let the shadows round me gather | | | | | | | |
562 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
563 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
564 | Bread of heaven, on thee I [we] feed | | | | | | | |
565 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
566 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
567 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
568 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
569 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
570 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
571 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
572 | Jesus, Master, hear my [me] cry | | | | | | | |
573 | Gently, gently, lay thy [the] rod | | | | | | | |
574 | Prince of peace control my will | | | | | | | |
575 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
576 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
577 | Lord, my God, I long to know | | | | | | | |
578 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
579 | Bless, O Lord, the opening year | | | | | | | |
580 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
581 | O Lamb of God, still keep me | | | | | | | |
582 | 'Tis not that I did choose thee | | | | | | | |
583 | We stand in deep repentance | | | | | | | |
584 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
585 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
586 | Pray when the dawn is beaming | | | | | | | |
587 | Hail, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
588 | Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
589 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
590 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
591 | Savior, source of every blessing, tune my heart to grateful lays | | | | | | | |
592 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
593 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
594 | O'er the dark abodes of sorrow | | | | | | | |
595 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
596 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
597 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
598 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
599 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
600 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |