# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
404 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
405 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
406 | Soldiers who to Christ belong | | | | | | | |
407 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
408 | Son of Man, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
409 | Soon and for ever | | | | | | | |
410 | Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright | | | | | | | |
411 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark | | | | | | | |
412 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said | | | | | | | |
413 | Teach me, O Lord, thy holy way | | | | | | | |
414 | Thanks be to God, for meet and right | | | | | | | |
415 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
416 | The Church’s one foundation | | | | | | | |
417 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
418 | The God of love my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
419 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
420 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
421 | The Lord of might from Sinai’s brow | | | | | | | |
422 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
423 | The saints on earth and those above | | | | | | | |
424 | The strain upraise of joy and praise | | | | | | | |
426 | Thee, O God, alone I love | | | | | | | |
427 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | | | | | |
428 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
429 | There is no night in heaven | | | | | | | |
430 | They come, God’s messengers of love | | | | | | | |
431 | Thine for ever! God of love | | | | | | | |
432 | Thou art the way: to thee alone | | | | | | | |
433 | Thou boundless source of every good | | | | | | | |
434 | Thou who on that wondrous journey | | | | | | | |
435 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
436 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
437 | Through the night of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
438 | Thy life was given for me | | | | | | | |
439 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
440 | Tis for conquering kings to gain | | | | | | | |
441 | Toiling in the path of duty | | | | | | | |
442 | To me a sinner, chief of all | | | | | | | |
443 | To thee, O God, our praise belongs | | | | | | | |
444 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
445 | Triumphant Lord, thy work is done | | | | | | | |
446 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
447 | We all had sinned and gone astray | | | | | | | |
448 | We saw thee not when, far away | | | | | | | |
449 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
450 | What are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
451 | What care the saints of God, if they | | | | | | | |
452 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
453 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
454 | When Jesus came to earth of old | | | | | | | |
455 | When my love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
456 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
457 | When the dark waves round us roll | | | | | | | |
458 | Where’er have trod thy sacred feet | | | | | | | |
459 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
460 | While the sun is shining | | | | | | | |
461 | Who is this, so weak and helpless | | | | | | | |
462 | Who the multitude can number | | | | | | | |
463 | Why art thou weary, O my soul | | | | | | | |
464 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
465 | Work is sweet, for God has blessed | | | | | | | |
466 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
467 | Ye holy angels bright | | | | | | | |
468 | Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
469 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
470 | Yes, God is good | | | | | | | |
471 | Lord, it is good for us to be | | | | | | | |
472 | Upon the solitary mountain’s height | | | | | | | |
473 | From all thy saints in warfare | | | | | | | |
474 | Jesus calls us! o’er the tumult | | | | | | | |
475 | O thou, who didst with love untold | | | | | | | |
476 | O thou who every change of human life | | | | | | | |
477 | Have we no zeal for him who died | | | | | | | |
478 | In his temple now behold him | | | | | | | |
479 | Who is this from Bethlehem coming | | | | | | | |
480 | Bishop of the souls of men | | | | | | | |
481 | Long time the fallen human race | | | | | | | |
482 | Taught by Saint Mark, the Morians’ land | | | | | | | |
483 | O Jesus, Lord, the Way, the Truth | | | | | | | |
484 | O Son of God, our Captain of Salvation | | | | | | | |
485 | O heavenly Father, cleanse our lips | | | | | | | |
486 | Creator of the rolling flood | | | | | | | |
487 | We praise thy name, O Lord most high | | | | | | | |
488 | King of saints, to whom the number | | | | | | | |
489 | Behold, the Master passeth by | | | | | | | |
490 | O Jesus, O Redeemer | | | | | | | |
491 | Thou who sentest thine apostles | | | | | | | |
492 | For all the saints who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
493 | Hark, the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
494 | How bright these glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
495 | Lo, round the throne, a glorious band | | | | | | | |
496 | The saints of God! their conflict past | | | | | | | |
497 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
498 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
499 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
500 | All things are ready, there’s a place of rest | | | | | | | |
501 | All ye who seek a rest above | | | | | | | |
502 | Be still, my soul, for God is near | | | | | | | |
503 | Bread of heaven, on thee we feed | | | | | | | |
504 | Bread of the world in mercy broken | | | | | | | |