# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
902 | We bless thee for the peace, O God! cm | | | | | | | |
903 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
904 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
905 | Father, thy thoughts are peace towards me | | | | | | | |
906 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
907 | My God, the covenant of thy love | | | | | | | |
908 | There is a safe and secret place | | | | | | | |
909 | If thou impart thyself to me | | | | | | | |
910 | Lord, I address thy heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
911 | All that I was, my sin and guilt | | | | | | | |
912 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
913 | My Father, God! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
914 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
915 | My God, my Father, blissful name! | | | | | | | |
916 | Thou very present Aid | | | | | | | |
917 | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
918 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
919 | Here I can firmly rest | | | | | | | |
920 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
921 | Grace! 't is a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
922 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
923 | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
924 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
925 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
926 | Peace, peace I leave with you | | | | | | | |
927 | Jesus! thy robe of righteousness | | | | | | | |
928 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
929 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
930 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
931 | Go, labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
932 | God guard the poor! we may not see | | | | | | | |
933 | Thou God of hope, to thee we bow! | | | | | | | |
934 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
935 | Jesus! our best belovéd Friend | | | | | | | |
936 | One cup of healing oil and wine | | | | | | | |
937 | Oh, what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
938 | Go, labor on, while it is day | | | | | | | |
939 | Oh, still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
940 | Our God is love, and all his saints | | | | | | | |
941 | Jesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
942 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
943 | Father of mercies! send thy grace | | | | | | | |
944 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
945 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
946 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
947 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
948 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
949 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
950 | Oh, praise our God today | | | | | | | |
951 | Lord, if at thy command | | | | | | | |
952 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
953 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
954 | Vain were all our toil and labor | | | | | | | |
955 | Like the eagle, upward, onward | | | | | | | |
956 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
957 | Cast thy bread upon the waters | | | | | | | |
958 | Blesséd angels, high in heaven | | | | | | | |
959 | Father, hear the prayer we offer! | | | | | | | |
960 | With my substance I will honor | | | | | | | |
961 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
962 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
963 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
964 | Oh, deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
965 | If life in sorrow must be spent | | | | | | | |
966 | Thy will be done! I will not fear | | | | | | | |
967 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
968 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
969 | It is the Lord—enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
970 | O thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
971 | I cannot call affliction sweet | | | | | | | |
972 | When grief and anguish press me down | | | | | | | |
973 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
974 | When waves of trouble round me swell | | | | | | | |
975 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear! | | | | | | | |
976 | One prayer I have—all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
977 | Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep | | | | | | | |
978 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
979 | Jesus, in sickness and in pain | | | | | | | |
980 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
981 | If, through unruffled seas | | | | | | | |
982 | It is thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
983 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
984 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
985 | My times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
986 | Along my earthly way | | | | | | | |
987 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
988 | Be still, my heart! these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
989 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
990 | At evening time let there be light | | | | | | | |
991 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
992 | My Jesus, as thou wilt! | | | | | | | |
993 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
994 | My spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
995 | Cheer up, desponding soul! | | | | | | | |
996 | Jesus! my happy heart | | | | | | | |
997 | Be tranquil, O my soul | | | | | | | |
998 | There is a blesséd home | | | | | | | |
999 | Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
1000 | "Thy will be done!" In devious ways | | | | | | | |