# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
202 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
203 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
204 | Great God, indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
205 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
206 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
207 | Oh, Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
208 | Our Father, our Father in heav'n | | | | | | | |
209 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
210 | In darkness and sorrow I mourn | | | | | | | |
211 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
212 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
213 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
214 | Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
215 | Indulgent God of love and power | | | | | | | |
216 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
217 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
218 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
219 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
220 | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
221 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
222 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
223 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
224 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
225 | Now to the Lord that makes us know | | | | | | | |
226 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
227 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
228 | Christ and his cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
229 | Savior, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
230 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
231 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
232 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
233 | Jesus, we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
234 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
235 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
236 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
237 | Who but thou, Almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
238 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
239 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
240 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
241 | O Lord our God arise | | | | | | | |
242 | Ascend thy throne, Almighty King | | | | | | | |
243 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
244 | Sov'reign of worlds! display thy pow'r | | | | | | | |
245 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
246 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
247 | Zion, dreary and in anguish | | | | | | | |
248 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
249 | When shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along | | | | | | | |
250 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |
251 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
252 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
253 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
254 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
255 | Thy name, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
256 | Ye Christian heroes, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
257 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
258 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
259 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
260 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
261 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
262 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
263 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
264 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
265 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
266 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
267 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
268 | My soul, how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
269 | How sweet the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
270 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
271 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
272 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
273 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
274 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
275 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
276 | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
277 | Great God, we sing thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
278 | Father, I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
279 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
280 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
281 | When o'er the mighty deep we rode | | | | | | | |
282 | They that toil upon the deep | | | | | | | |
283 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
284 | How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
285 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
286 | Come, christian brethren! ere we part | | | | | | | |
287 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
288 | To God, in whom I trust | | | | | | | |
289 | O thou, who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
290 | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
291 | When gath'ring clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
292 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
293 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
294 | How bless'd the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
295 | The grave is now a favor'd spot | | | | | | | |
296 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
297 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
298 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
299 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
300 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |