# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
796 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
797 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
798 | Oh, still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
799 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
800 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
801 | Jesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
802 | It may not be our lot to wield | | | | | | | |
803 | "Take up thy cross," the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
804 | Go, labor on, while it is day | | | | | | | |
805 | Oh, what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
806 | One cup of healing oil and the wine | | | | | | | |
807 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
808 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
809 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
810 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
811 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
812 | The Saviour kindly calls | | | | | | | |
813 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
814 | Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
815 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
816 | Saviour King, in hallowed union | | | | | | | |
817 | Saviour! who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
818 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
819 | By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored | | | | | | | |
820 | Let saints below in concert sing | | | | | | | |
821 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
822 | Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own | | | | | | | |
823 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
824 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
825 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
826 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
827 | Dear Saviour! we are thine | | | | | | | |
828 | A parting hymn we sing | | | | | | | |
829 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
830 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
831 | At the Lamb's high feast we sing | | | | | | | |
832 | Bread of heaven! on thee we feed | | | | | | | |
833 | Jesus, Master! hear me now | | | | | | | |
834 | Thine forever! God of love | | | | | | | |
835 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
836 | Hark! my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
837 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
838 | Oh, what if we are Christ's | | | | | | | |
839 | O Saviour, who didst come | | | | | | | |
840 | I hear the words of love | | | | | | | |
841 | Like Noah's weary dove | | | | | | | |
842 | Blest feast of love divine! | | | | | | | |
843 | For ever here my rest! | | | | | | | |
844 | Jesus, we thus obey | | | | | | | |
845 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
846 | At thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
847 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
848 | Here let us see thy face, O Lord | | | | | | | |
849 | I feed by faith on Christ; my bread | | | | | | | |
850 | Draw near, O Holy Dove, draw near | | | | | | | |
851 | My God, and is thy table spread | | | | | | | |
852 | To Jesus our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
853 | Dear Lord, amid the throng that pressed | | | | | | | |
854 | Jesus, thou everlasting King! | | | | | | | |
855 | Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross | | | | | | | |
856 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
857 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
858 | Together with these symbols, Lord | | | | | | | |
859 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
860 | Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross | | | | | | | |
861 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
862 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
863 | Jesus, at whose supreme command | | | | | | | |
864 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
865 | While in sweet communion feeding | | | | | | | |
866 | Jesus spreads his banner o'er us | | | | | | | |
867 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
868 | Take my heart, O Father! take it | | | | | | | |
869 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
870 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
871 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me! | | | | | | | |
872 | Son of God! to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
873 | "Till he come;" oh, let the words | | | | | | | |
874 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me! | | | | | | | |
875 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
876 | Here, O my Lord, I see thee face to face | | | | | | | |
877 | Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs | | | | | | | |
878 | We would see Jesus--for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
879 | Saviour, in thy mysterious presence kneeling | | | | | | | |
880 | Lamb of God, whose dying love | | | | | | | |
881 | Forget thyself! Christ bade thee come | | | | | | | |
882 | Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
883 | Saviour of our ruined race | | | | | | | |
884 | Planted in Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
885 | O Bread, to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
886 | When human hopes all wither | | | | | | | |
887 | O Jesus! bruised and wounded more | | | | | | | |
888 | Jesus! our best beloved Friend | | | | | | | |
889 | Oh, come, and mourn with me awhile | | | | | | | |
890 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
891 | How beauteous on the mountains | | | | | | | |
892 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
893 | And is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
894 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
895 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |