# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | God, who is just and kind | | | | | | | |
302 | O! that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
303 | Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord | | | | | | | |
304 | Teach me, O teach me, Lord, thy way | | | | | | | |
305 | Eternal Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
306 | Thine influence, mighty God, is felt | | | | | | | |
307 | Amidst a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
308 | Are not thy mercies large and free | | | | | | | |
309 | O that thy statutes every hour | | | | | | | |
310 | My soul forsakes each vain delight | | | | | | | |
311 | Let sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill | | | | | | | |
312 | Searcher of hearts, before thy face | | | | | | | |
313 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
314 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
315 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
316 | Lord, we have wander'd from thy way | | | | | | | |
317 | Shine forth, eternal source of light | | | | | | | |
318 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
319 | All earthly charms, however dear | | | | | | | |
320 | Not by the terrors of a slave | | | | | | | |
321 | Mere human pow'rs shall fast decay | | | | | | | |
322 | In vain, alas, from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
323 | O happiness, thou pleasing dream | | | | | | | |
324 | Forsake, my soul, the tents of sin | | | | | | | |
325 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
326 | Come, ye who love the Lord! | | | | | | | |
327 | When gloomy thoughts and boding fears | | | | | | | |
328 | Soft are the fruitful showers | | | | | | | |
329 | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
330 | A wounded conscience, what a foe | | | | | | | |
331 | When storms hang o'er the Christian's head | | | | | | | |
332 | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
333 | How blest the man, how more than blest | | | | | | | |
334 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly place | | | | | | | |
335 | The Almighty reigns, exalted high | | | | | | | |
336 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
337 | The man whose heart from vice is clear | | | | | | | |
338 | My God, the steps of pious men | | | | | | | |
339 | Why will ye waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
340 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
341 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
342 | My soul before thy Maker bow | | | | | | | |
343 | Eternal and immortal King | | | | | | | |
344 | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | | | | | |
345 | Thy judgements, Lord, are deep and high | | | | | | | |
346 | Hast thou not heard, hast thou not known | | | | | | | |
347 | I to my God my ways commit | | | | | | | |
348 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
349 | O how my fears the dangers move | | | | | | | |
350 | Great God, thine attributes divine | | | | | | | |
351 | The righteous Lord supremely great | | | | | | | |
352 | My God! my Father! cheering name | | | | | | | |
353 | Great Lord of earth, and seas and skies | | | | | | | |
354 | Author of good, we rest on thee | | | | | | | |
355 | O Lord! my best desires fulfill | | | | | | | |
356 | Where love and all the graces reign | | | | | | | |
357 | Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove | | | | | | | |
358 | Great Source of all that we enjoy | | | | | | | |
359 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
360 | Though perfect eloquence adorned | | | | | | | |
361 | Far from thy servants, God of grace | | | | | | | |
362 | All nature feels attractive power | | | | | | | |
363 | O God, my Savior, and my King | | | | | | | |
364 | O ye, who seek Jehovah's face | | | | | | | |
365 | Daughters of pity, tune the lay | | | | | | | |
366 | Hail, Source of pleasures ever new | | | | | | | |
367 | O sweeter than the fragrant flower | | | | | | | |
368 | Come, let us search our ways and try | | | | | | | |
369 | Parent of all, omnipotent In heaven and earth | | | | | | | |
370 | Great God, whose all pervading eye | | | | | | | |
371 | Absurd and vain attempt, to bind | | | | | | | |
372 | All seeing God, 'tis thine to know | | | | | | | |
373 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
374 | Indulgent God, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
375 | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
376 | Awake, my soul, rouse every power | | | | | | | |
377 | How glorious, Lord, art thou | | | | | | | |
378 | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
379 | Mark, when tempestuous winds arise | | | | | | | |
380 | O Thou, whose scales the mountains weigh | | | | | | | |
381 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
382 | How vain is grandeur's purple pride | | | | | | | |
383 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
384 | Why should I thus perplex | | | | | | | |
385 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
386 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
387 | The man whose firm and equal mind | | | | | | | |
388 | O wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
389 | Courage, my soul, while God is near | | | | | | | |
390 | Shall I forsake that heavenly friend | | | | | | | |
391 | Assist us, Lord, thy name to praise | | | | | | | |
392 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
393 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
394 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
395 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
396 | Hark for the great Creator speaks | | | | | | | |
397 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
398 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
399 | Ah why should this mistaken mind | | | | | | | |
400 | Happy the man whose wishes climb | | | | | | | |