# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
301 | How sweet and heavenly is the sight | | | | | |  | |
302 | For a season called to part | | | | | |  | |
303 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | |  | |
304 | Oh sing to me of heaven | | | | | |  | |
305 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | |  | |
306 | Saviour! I follow on | | | | | |  | |
307 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | |  | |
308 | Saviour, like a Shepherd lead us | | | | | |  | |
309 | To thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord | | | | | |  | |
310 | Gently, Lord! oh! gently lead us | | | | | |  | |
311 | My God! my Father! while I stray | | | | | |  | |
312 | Though troubles assail | | | | | |  | |
313 | How rich thy favors, God of grace! | | | | | |  | |
314 | Ah! this heart is void and chill | | | | | |  | |
315 | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | |  | |
316 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | |  | |
317 | I stand on Zion's mount | | | | | |  | |
318 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | |  | |
319 | O where can the soul find relief from its foes? | | | | | |  | |
320 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | |  | |
321 | Lord! when we bend before thy throne | | | | | |  | |
322 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | |  | |
323 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | |  | |
324 | While thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | |  | |
325 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | |  | |
326 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | |  | |
327 | Come, my soul! thy suit prepare | | | | | |  | |
328 | Lord! we come before thee now | | | | | |  | |
329 | Light of life!--seraphic Fire! | | | | | |  | |
330 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | |  | |
331 | O love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | |  | |
332 | O Sun of righteousness! arise | | | | | |  | |
333 | Blow ye the trumpet! blow | | | | | |  | |
334 | O Lord! thy work revive | | | | | |  | |
335 | O for the happy hour | | | | | |  | |
336 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | |  | |
337 | O Zion! tune thy voice | | | | | |  | |
338 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | |  | |
339 | Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye | | | | | |  | |
340 | Saviour! visit thy plantation | | | | | |  | |
341 | Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished | | | | | |  | |
342 | Jesus! we bow before thy throne | | | | | |  | |
343 | Indulgent Sovereign of the skies! | | | | | |  | |
344 | O Lord, our God! arise | | | | | |  | |
345 | Life from the dead, Almighty God | | | | | |  | |
346 | Arm of the Lord! awake, awake | | | | | |  | |
347 | Sovereign of worlds! display thy power | | | | | |  | |
348 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | |  | |
349 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | |  | |
350 | O Spirit of the living God! | | | | | |  | |
351 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King! | | | | | |  | |
352 | Hasten, Lord! the glorious time | | | | | |  | |
353 | O God of sovereign grace! | | | | | |  | |
354 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | |  | |
355 | Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun | | | | | |  | |
356 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | |  | |
357 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | |  | |
358 | Arise, great God! and let thy grace | | | | | |  | |
359 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | |  | |
360 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | |  | |
361 | On the mountain tops appearing | | | | | |  | |
362 | Look, ye saints! the day is breaking | | | | | |  | |
363 | "Lift your heads" with faith; the morrow | | | | | |  | |
364 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | |  | |
365 | Rise, gracious God! and shine | | | | | |  | |
366 | Jesus! thy church with longing eyes | | | | | |  | |
367 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | |  | |
368 | Great God! the nations of the earth | | | | | |  | |
369 | Jesus, our Lord! how rich thy grace! | | | | | |  | |
370 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | |  | |
371 | I love thy kingdom, Lord! | | | | | |  | |
372 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | |  | |
373 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | |  | |
374 | See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | |  | |
375 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | |  | |
376 | May I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | |  | |
377 | Lord! I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | |  | |
378 | Oh! happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | |  | |
379 | Far from my thoughts, vain world! be gone | | | | | |  | |
380 | 'Twas on that dark and doleful night | | | | | |  | |
381 | Kindred in Christ! for his dear sake | | | | | |  | |
382 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | |  | |
383 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | |  | |
384 | Welcome! delightful morn | | | | | |  | |
385 | Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | |  | |
386 | Safely, through another week | | | | | |  | |
387 | Welcome! sacred day of rest! | | | | | |  | |
388 | Sweet is the work, my God! my King! | | | | | |  | |
389 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord! we love | | | | | |  | |
390 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | |  | |
391 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | |  | |
392 | Welcome! sweet day of rest | | | | | |  | |
393 | In thy name, O Lord! assembling | | | | | |  | |
394 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | |  | |
395 | For the mercies of the day | | | | | |  | |
396 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | |  | |
397 | "Go preach my gospel!" saith the Lord | | | | | |  | |
398 | Pour out thy Spirit from on high | | | | | |  | |
399 | Lord of the harvest, bend thine ear | | | | | |  | |
400 | Rest from thy labor, rest | | | | | |  | |