# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
201 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
202 | Let earthly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
203 | O Thou! whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
204 | Dear refuge of my weary soul! | | | | | | | |
205 | Prostrate, dear Jesus! at thy feet | | | | | | | |
206 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
207 | Awake, my heart! arise my tongue! | | | | | | | |
208 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
209 | Indulgent Father! by whose care | | | | | | | |
210 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
211 | I lift my soul to God | | | | | | | |
212 | To bless thy chosen race | | | | | | | |
213 | Stand up, and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
214 | Sure there's a righteous God | | | | | | | |
215 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
216 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
217 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
218 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
219 | Great God! now condescend | | | | | | | |
220 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
221 | Sweet is the work, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
222 | Thy name, Almighty Lord! | | | | | | | |
223 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
224 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
225 | Oh! blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
226 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
227 | My God! permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
228 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
229 | Far as thy name is known | | | | | | | |
230 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
231 | My God, my life, my love! | | | | | | | |
232 | Come, Holy Spirit! come! | | | | | | | |
233 | Come, ye who love the Lord! | | | | | | | |
234 | Behold! what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
235 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
236 | Grace!--'t is a charming sound | | | | | | | |
237 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
238 | Oh! bless the Lord my soul! | | | | | | | |
239 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
240 | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
241 | To God the only-wise | | | | | | | |
242 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
243 | And canst thou, sinner! slight | | | | | | | |
244 | Oh! where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
245 | My Maker and my King! | | | | | | | |
246 | Thou very-present Aid | | | | | | | |
247 | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
248 | Jesus! I come to thee | | | | | | | |
249 | Blest Comforter divine! | | | | | | | |
250 | I love thy kingdom, Lord! | | | | | | | |
251 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
252 | Welcome! sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
253 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
254 | Let party-names no more | | | | | | | |
255 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
256 | Where shall the man be found | | | | | | | |
257 | O Lord! thy work revive | | | | | | | |
258 | The Lord my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
259 | To God, in whom I trust | | | | | | | |
260 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
261 | Now is th' accepted time | | | | | | | |
262 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
263 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
264 | I saw beyond the tomb | | | | | | | |
265 | And shall I sit alone | | | | | | | |
266 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
267 | Mine eyes and my desire | | | | | | | |
268 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
269 | And must this body die? | LITTLE MARLBOROUGH | | | | | | |
270 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
271 | If, through unruffled seas | | | | | | | |
272 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
273 | Dear Savior! we are thine | | | | | | | |
274 | How swiftly the torrent rolls | | | | | | | |
275 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
276 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
277 | Let all the earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
278 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
279 | And art thou, gracious Master! gone | | | | | | | |
280 | Father of mercies, God of love! | | | | | | | |
281 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
282 | When, streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
283 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
284 | Begin, my soul! th' exalted lay | | | | | | | |
285 | The festal morn, my God! is come | | | | | | | |
286 | The mind was formed, to mount sublime | | | | | | | |
287 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
288 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
289 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
290 | O Lord! in sorrow I resign | | | | | | | |
291 | Lord, thou hast won--at length I yield | | | | | | | |
292 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
293 | On Pisgah's top I now would stand | | | | | | | |
294 | That warning voice, O sinner, hear | | | | | | | |
295 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
296 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
297 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
298 | Rejoice! the Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
299 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |