# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
502 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
503 | Dread Jehovah! God of nations! | | | | | | | |
504 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
505 | May I love thee and adore thee | | | | | | | |
506 | Savior, who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
507 | Jesus, Lord of life and glory | | | | | | | |
508 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
509 | What now is my object and aim? | | | | | | | |
510 | Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine | | | | | | | |
511 | I long to behold him array'd | | | | | | | |
512 | A fountain of life and of grace | | | | | | | |
513 | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
514 | O when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | | | |
515 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
516 | My Gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
517 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
518 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
519 | See the gospel Church secure | | | | | | | |
520 | Meet and right it is to sing | | | | | | | |
521 | Jesus, faithful to his word | | | | | | | |
522 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
523 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
524 | We bring no glitt'ring treasures | | | | | | | |
525 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
526 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
527 | Hail, to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
528 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
529 | God of all consolation | | | | | | | |
530 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
531 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
532 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
533 | To thee, my God, my Savior | | | | | | | |
534 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
535 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
536 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
537 | When shall the voice of singing | YARMOUTH | | | | | | |
538 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
539 | I need thee, precious Jesus | | | | | | | |
540 | O Lord, thy love's unbounded! | | | | | | | |
541 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
542 | Savior, see me from above | | | | | | | |
543 | Jesus, friend of sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
544 | Lord, and is thine anger gone | | | | | | | |
545 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
546 | Ye servants of God! | | | | | | | |
547 | Appointed by thee | | | | | | | |
548 | All thanks to the Lamb | | | | | | | |
549 | All glory and praise To Jesus our Lord | | | | | | | |
550 | Come away to the skies, My beloved arise | | | | | | | |
551 | Come, let us ascend | | | | | | | |
552 | O how happy are they Who their Savior obey | | | | | | | |
553 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
554 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
555 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
556 | Though nature's strength decay | | | | | | | |
557 | My Shepherd's mighty aid | | | | | | | |
558 | The God of Abrah'm praise | | | | | | | |
559 | Head of the Church triumphant | | | | | | | |
560 | Worship, and thanks, and blessing | | | | | | | |
561 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
562 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
563 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
564 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
565 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
566 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |
567 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
568 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
569 | Abide with me: fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
570 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
571 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
572 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
573 | I love to tell the story | | | | | | | |
574 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
575 | The Christian pilgrim sings | | | | | | | |
576 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus, just now | | | | | | | |
577 | I will sing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
578 | Land ahead! Its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
579 | To the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair | | | | | | | |
580 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
581 | I'm a pilgrim and a stranger passing over | | | | | | | |
582 | I hear the Saviour say | | | | | | | |
583 | Oh, brother, be faithful | | | | | | | |
584 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
585 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
586 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
587 | My latest sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
588 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
589 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
590 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
591 | We live as pilgrims and strangers below | | | | | | | |
592 | Come all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain | | | | | | | |
593 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
594 | We're out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
595 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
596 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
597 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
598 | Sad and weary with my longing | | | | | | | |
599 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
600 | The world is overcome by the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |