# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
902 | We bless thee for thy peace, O God | | | | | | | |
903 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
904 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
905 | Father, thy thoughts are peace towards me | | | | | | | |
906 | Unite my roving [rising] thoughts unite | | | | | | | |
907 | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
908 | There is a safe and [a] secret place | | | | | | | |
909 | If thou impart thyself to me, No other good I need | | | | | | | |
910 | Lord, I address thy heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
911 | All that I was, my sin, my guilt | | | | | | | |
912 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
913 | My Father, God, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
914 | Firm as the earth thy [the] gospel stands | | | | | | | |
915 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
916 | Thou very present Aid | | | | | | | |
917 | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
918 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
919 | Here I can firmly rest | | | | | | | |
920 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
921 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
922 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
923 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
924 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
925 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
926 | Peace, peace, I leave with you | | | | | | | |
927 | Jesus, thy robe of righteousness | | | | | | | |
928 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
929 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
930 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
931 | Go, labor on, spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
932 | God guard the poor, We may not see | | | | | | | |
933 | Thou God of hope, to thee we bow | | | | | | | |
934 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
935 | Jesus, our best beloved Friend | | | | | | | |
936 | One cup of healing oil and the wine | | | | | | | |
937 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
938 | Go, labor on, while it is day | | | | | | | |
939 | O still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
940 | Our God is love, and all his saints | | | | | | | |
941 | Jesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace | | | | | | | |
942 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
943 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
944 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
945 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
946 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
947 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
948 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
949 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
950 | O praise our God today, His constant mercy bless | | | | | | | |
951 | Lord, if at thy command The word of life we sow | | | | | | | |
952 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
953 | He that [who] goeth forth with weeping, Bearing [sowing] precious seed in love | | | | | | | |
954 | Vain were all our toil and labor | | | | | | | |
955 | Like the eagle, upward, onward | | | | | | | |
956 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
957 | Cast thy bread upon the waters Thinking not 'tis thrown away | | | | | | | |
958 | Blessed angels, high in heaven | | | | | | | |
959 | Father, hear the prayer we offer | | | | | | | |
960 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
961 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
962 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
963 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
964 | O deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
965 | If life in sorrow must be spent | | | | | | | |
966 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
967 | My times of sorrow and of joy Great God, are in | | | | | | | |
968 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
969 | It is the Lord, enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
970 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
971 | I cannot call affliction sweet | | | | | | | |
972 | When grief and anguish press me down | | | | | | | |
973 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
974 | When waves of trouble [sorrow] round me swell | | | | | | | |
975 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
976 | One prayer I have, all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
977 | Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep | | | | | | | |
978 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
979 | Jesus, in sickness and in pain | | | | | | | |
980 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
981 | If, through unruffled seas, Toward heaven we calmly sail | | | | | | | |
982 | It is thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
983 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
984 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
985 | My times are in Thy hand | | | | | | | |
986 | Along my earthly way | | | | | | | |
987 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
988 | Be still, my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
989 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
990 | At evening time, let there be light | | | | | | | |
991 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
992 | My Jesus [Father] [Savior], as thou wilt | | | | | | | |
993 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
994 | My spirit longeth [longs] for Thee, Within my troubled breast | | | | | | | |
995 | Cheer up, desponding soul | | | | | | | |
996 | Jesus, my happy heart now gives | | | | | | | |
997 | Be tranquil, O my soul | | | | | | | |
998 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
999 | Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
1000 | Thy will be done, I will not fear | | | | | | | |