# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
202 | Worthy is He that once was slain | | | | | | | |
203 | To Jesus our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
204 | Let strangers walk around | | | | | | | |
205 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
206 | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
207 | Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand | | | | | | | |
208 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
209 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
210 | How honored is the place | | | | | | | |
211 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
212 | How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree | | | | | | | |
213 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
214 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
215 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
216 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
217 | How pleasant to our hearts | | | | | | | |
218 | The glorious universe around | | | | | | | |
219 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
220 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
221 | How pleased and bless'd was I | | | | | | | |
222 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
223 | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
224 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
225 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
226 | Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee | | | | | | | |
227 | Behold th' amazing gift of love | | | | | | | |
228 | Not all the nobles of the earth | | | | | | | |
229 | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
230 | Lo, what a precious Corner-Stone | | | | | | | |
231 | Behold the Corner-Stone | | | | | | | |
232 | "Come hither, all you weary souls" | | | | | | | |
233 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
234 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
235 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
236 | The Saviour calls; let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
237 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
238 | You sons of earth, arise | | | | | | | |
239 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
240 | Now is the day of grace | | | | | | | |
241 | You sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
242 | Haste, O sinner; now be wise | | | | | | | |
243 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
244 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
245 | Sinner, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
246 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
247 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
248 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
249 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
250 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
251 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
252 | O, let your mingling voices rise | | | | | | | |
253 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
254 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
255 | Indulgent God, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
256 | Let Jews and Gentiles, bond and free | | | | | | | |
257 | Send forth thy messengers of peace | | | | | | | |
258 | Trusting in Christ, go, heralds! rear | | | | | | | |
259 | Exert thy power, thy rights maintain | | | | | | | |
260 | Go, missionaries, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
261 | "Go," said the voice of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
262 | Where'er the blustering north-wind blows | | | | | | | |
263 | With songs of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
264 | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
265 | Greatest of beings, Source of good | | | | | | | |
266 | Praise you the Lord, around whose throne | | | | | | | |
267 | O thou, to whom, in ancient time | | | | | | | |
268 | Supreme in power, O God of grace | | | | | | | |
269 | O bow thy ear, Eternal One! | | | | | | | |
270 | Jehovah, God, our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
271 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
272 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
273 | God of the morning, at thy voice | | | | | | | |
274 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
275 | Again, from calm and sweet repose | | | | | | | |
276 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
277 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
278 | Another fleeting day is gone! | | | | | | | |
279 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
280 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
281 | O 't is sweet to mingle, where | | | | | | | |
282 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
283 | Lo! the day of rest declineth | | | | | | | |
284 | Ere in the world again we go | | | | | | | |
285 | While now upon this Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
286 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
287 | The term of life assigned to man | | | | | | | |
288 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
289 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
290 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
291 | See! another year is gone! | | | | | | | |
292 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
293 | My helper, God! I bless his name | | | | | | | |
294 | Remark my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
295 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
296 | Father of mercies! God of love! | | | | | | | |
297 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
298 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
299 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
300 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |