# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | O could I find some peaceful bow'r | | | | | | | |
402 | What strange perplexities arise! | | | | | | | |
403 | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
404 | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
405 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
406 | Ye who, in former days | | | | | | | |
407 | Backsliders, who your mis'ry feel | | | | | | | |
408 | I love the Lord; but ah! how far | | | | | | | |
409 | The wand'ring star, and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
410 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
411 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
412 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
413 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
414 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
415 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
416 | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
417 | Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
418 | O that I were as heretofore | | | | | | | |
419 | Jesus, my Savior and my God | | | | | | | |
420 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
421 | Thrice holy Lord! I love thy truth | | | | | | | |
422 | As pants the hart for cooling springs | | | | | | | |
423 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
424 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
425 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
426 | My God! permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
427 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
428 | My Father! cheering name! | | | | | | | |
429 | Sov'reign ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
430 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
431 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
432 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
433 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
434 | Lo, what a pleasing sight | | | | | | | |
435 | Dear Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
436 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
437 | O God of Jacob, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
438 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
439 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
440 | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
441 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
442 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
443 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
444 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
445 | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
446 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
447 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
448 | O Zion, when I think of thee | | | | | | | |
449 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
450 | What thousands never knew the road! | | | | | | | |
451 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
452 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
453 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
454 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
455 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
456 | The sun is fast descending | | | | | | | |
457 | The Christian navigates a sea | | | | | | | |
458 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
459 | Father! I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
460 | The darken'd sky, how thick it low'rs! | | | | | | | |
461 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
462 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
463 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
464 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
465 | When night descends in sable guise | | | | | | | |
466 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
467 | How do thy mercies close me round! | | | | | | | |
468 | What cheering words are these! | | | | | | | |
469 | God of my life, whose gracious pow'r | | | | | | | |
470 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
471 | Courage, my soul! while God is near | | | | | | | |
472 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
473 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
474 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
475 | Ev'ry moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
476 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
477 | To languish for his native air | | | | | | | |
478 | Jesus, help thy falling creature! | | | | | | | |
479 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
480 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
481 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
482 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | | | | | | | |
483 | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
484 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
485 | The Lord, who truly knows | | | | | | | |
486 | Father Divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
487 | Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
488 | Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
489 | Fain would my soul with wonder trace | | | | | | | |
490 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
491 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
492 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
493 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
494 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
495 | Jesus, thou dear redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
496 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
497 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
498 | Dearest Savior, help thy servant | | | | | | | |
499 | I love thy Zion, Lord! | | | | | | | |
500 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |