# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
621 | Not by the terrors of a slave | | | | | | | |
622 | O happy day, that stays my choice | | | | | | | |
623 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
624 | O thou, who hast at thy command | | | | | | | |
625 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
626 | Lord, for ever at thy side | | | | | | | |
627 | As body, when the soul has fled | | | | | | | |
628 | Blest is the mem'ry of the just | | | | | | | |
629 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
630 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
631 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
632 | The righteous Lord, supremely great | | | | | | | |
633 | Thus shalt thou love th'Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
634 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
635 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
636 | O from the world's vile slavery | | | | | | | |
637 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
638 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
639 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
640 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
641 | Far from the world, O Lord! I flee | | | | | | | |
642 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
643 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
644 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
645 | Be still, my heart! these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
646 | My God, I thank thee! may no thought | | | | | | | |
647 | Why mournest thou, my anxious soul | | | | | | | |
648 | Happy the man, whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
649 | Father of all, whose sovereign will | | | | | | | |
650 | The glorious universe around | | | | | | | |
651 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
652 | Come to the house of pray'r | | | | | | | |
653 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
654 | Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares | | | | | | | |
655 | When before thy throne we kneel | | | | | | | |
656 | Again our ears have heard the voice | | | | | | | |
657 | Almighty God, thy word is cast | | | | | | | |
658 | Now may he, who from the dead | | | | | | | |
659 | May the grace of Christ, our Saviour | | | | | | | |
660 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
661 | O God, accept the sacred hour | | | | | | | |
662 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
663 | As ev'ry day thy mercy spares | | | | | | | |
664 | The day is pass'd and gone | | | | | | | |
665 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
666 | Mighty God! another day | | | | | | | |
667 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
668 | "Stand still, refulgent orb of day!" | | | | | | | |
669 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
670 | O bow thine ear, Eternal One! | | | | | | | |
671 | O thou, who art above all height! | | | | | | | |
672 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
673 | Father of mercies, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
674 | See the vineyard thou hast planted | | | | | | | |
675 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
676 | The day is far spent, the evening is nigh | | | | | | | |
677 | At ev'ry moment, ev'ry breath | | | | | | | |
678 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
679 | The God of glory walks his round | | | | | | | |
680 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
681 | Why thus impatient to be gone! | | | | | | | |
682 | How bless'd the righteous, when he dies! | | | | | | | |
683 | I cannot shun the stroke of death | | | | | | | |
684 | Do flesh and nature dread to die? | | | | | | | |
685 | As when the weary trav'ller gains | | | | | | | |
686 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
687 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | | | | | |
688 | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
689 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
690 | Great God! what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
691 | The time draws near, when thou, my soul | | | | | | | |
692 | O God, mine inmost soul convert! | | | | | | | |
693 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
694 | The angel comes, he comes to reap | | | | | | | |
695 | Heav'n is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
696 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
697 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
698 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
699 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | | | |
700 | Blest hour, when virtuous friends shall meet | | | | | | | |