# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Great is the Lord, our tongues shall tell | | | | | | | |
302 | Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring | | | | | | | |
303 | Be still, my heart, what though the strife | | | | | | | |
304 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
305 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
306 | Now bid us go in peace, O Lord | | | | | | | |
307 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
308 | Thy loving kindness, Lord, I sing | | | | | | | |
309 | How many years has man been driven | | | | | | | |
310 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
311 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
312 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
313 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
314 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
315 | May I, throughout this day of thine | | | | | | | |
316 | O all ye nations, praise the Lord, his glorious | | | | | | | |
317 | What is the chaff, the word of man | | | | | | | |
318 | Now may the God of peace and love | | | | | | | |
319 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
320 | O, might this worthless heart of mine | | | | | | | |
321 | Come unto me, all ye who mourn | | | | | | | |
322 | I'll bless the Lord from day to day | | | | | | | |
323 | O God, we praise thee and confess | | | | | | | |
324 | Lord, for the mercies of the [this] night | | | | | | | |
325 | Prepare us Lord to view thy cross | | | | | | | |
326 | The day approacheth [approaches], O my soul | | | | | | | |
327 | For mercies, countless as the sands | | | | | | | |
328 | O, may I stand before the Lamb | | | | | | | |
329 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
330 | Now unto the eternal King | | | | | | | |
331 | The Lord forsaketh not his own | | | | | | | |
332 | Be patient yet a little while, The sigh shall be a psalm | | | | | | | |
333 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
334 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
335 | What father, when his chidlren plead | | | | | | | |
336 | Before thy mercy seat, O Lord | | | | | | | |
337 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
338 | Lord Jesus, in thy name we meet | | | | | | | |
339 | Let all the lands with shouts of joy | | | | | | | |
340 | To thee, O God, in thankful song | | | | | | | |
341 | As Jesus died, and rose again | | | | | | | |
342 | O not to fill the mouth of fame My longing soul is stirred | | | | | | | |
343 | Jesus, at whose supreme command | | | | | | | |
344 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
345 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
346 | O King of kings and Lord of lords | | | | | | | |
347 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
348 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
349 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
350 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
351 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
352 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
353 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
354 | O all ye nations, praise the Lord, each with | | | | | | | |
355 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
356 | O Savior, welcome to my heart, Possess thy humble throne | | | | | | | |
357 | Savior, we seek the watery tomb | | | | | | | |
358 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
359 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
360 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
361 | The whole creation groans and waits | | | | | | | |
362 | Awake, glad soul, awake, awake | | | | | | | |
363 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
364 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
365 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
366 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
367 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
368 | My soul, triumphant in the Lord Proclaim [Shall tell] thy [its] joys | | | | | | | |
369 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
370 | Lift up your heads, eternal gates | | | | | | | |
371 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
372 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
373 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
374 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
375 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
376 | Thou, Lord, hast blest my going out | | | | | | | |
377 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
378 | That solemn hour will come for me | | | | | | | |
379 | Must Simon bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
380 | All praise to him of Nazareth | | | | | | | |
381 | To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our waiting souls repair | | | | | | | |
382 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
383 | My Father, God, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
384 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
385 | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
386 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
387 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
388 | For me, vouchsafed the unspotted Lamb | | | | | | | |
389 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
390 | In memory of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
391 | With heavenly weapons I have fought | | | | | | | |
392 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
393 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
394 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
395 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
396 | Eternal source of joys divine | | | | | | | |
397 | O God, to whom our fathers prayed | | | | | | | |
398 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
399 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
400 | O thou whose filmed and failing eye | | | | | | | |