# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | "Is this a fast for Me?" | | | | | | | |
602 | Come at the morning hour | | | | | | | |
603 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
604 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
605 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
606 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
607 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
608 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
609 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
610 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
611 | Ah! whither should I go | | | | | | | |
612 | Can sinners hope for heaven | | | | | | | |
613 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
614 | Give me a sober mind | | | | | | | |
615 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
616 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
617 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
618 | Where shall the man be found | | | | | | | |
619 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
620 | My few revolving years | | | | | | | |
621 | My former hopes are fled, | | | | | | | |
622 | And will the judge descend | | | | | | | |
623 | Did christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
624 | And must this body die | GOLDEN HILL | | | | | | |
625 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
626 | Blest Comforter divine | | | | | | | |
627 | If through unruffled seas | | | | | | | |
628 | My spirit on Thy care | | | | | | | |
629 | My God, my Life, my Love | | | | | | | |
630 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
631 | The Church has waited long | | | | | | | |
632 | Far as Thy name is known | | | | | | | |
633 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
634 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
635 | We come with joyful song | | | | | | | |
636 | Stand up and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
637 | How gentle God’s commands! | | | | | | | |
638 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
639 | Like Noah's weary dove | | | | | | | |
640 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
641 | 'Tis God the Spirit leads | | | | | | | |
642 | Revive Thy work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
643 | Awake, O sleeper! and behold | | | | | | | |
644 | Lord, keep us safe this night | | | | | | | |
645 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
646 | To the eternal Three | | | | | | | |
647 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
648 | O Lord, Thy work revive | | | | | | | |
649 | Jesus invites His saints | | | | | | | |
650 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
651 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
652 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
653 | To bless Thy chosen race | | | | | | | |
654 | Great God, accept a heart | | | | | | | |
655 | Dear Saviour! we are Thine | | | | | | | |
656 | Lord in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
657 | Our Heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
658 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
659 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
660 | As strangers here below | | | | | | | |
661 | How tender is Thy hand | | | | | | | |
662 | Our children Thou dost claim | | | | | | | |
663 | When on the brink of death | | | | | | | |
664 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
665 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
666 | Enthroned is Jesus now | | | | | | | |
667 | A conqueror am I | | | | | | | |
668 | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
669 | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath | | | | | | | |
670 | Of all the thoughts of God, that are | | | | | | | |
671 | Great God, this sacred day of Thine | | | | | | | |
672 | Let all earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
673 | There is a glorious land afar | | | | | | | |
674 | Think, mighty God, on feeble man | | | | | | | |
675 | I love the volume of Thy word | | | | | | | |
676 | With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues | | | | | | | |
677 | Judges, who rule the world by laws | | | | | | | |
678 | Now to the great and sacred Three | | | | | | | |
679 | That warning voice, O sinner, hear | | | | | | | |
680 | When, Lord, to this our western land | | | | | | | |
681 | Soft are the fruitful showers that bring | | | | | | | |
682 | O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
683 | Thy mercy heard my infant prayer | | | | | | | |
684 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot! | | | | | | | |
685 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
686 | When Thou, my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
687 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
688 | My days, my weeks, my months and years | | | | | | | |
689 | O Love divine, how sweet Thou art! | | | | | | | |
690 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
691 | The Lord into His garden comes | | | | | | | |
692 | Lo, on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
693 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
694 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
695 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
696 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
697 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
698 | How pleased and blessed was I | | | | | | | |
699 | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
700 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |