# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
2 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
3 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
4 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
5 | To leave my dear home, and from kindred to part | | | | | | | |
6 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
7 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
8 | O, when the tear is gushing | | | | | | | |
9 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
10 | O Lord, thy tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
11 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
12 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
13 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
14 | While thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
15 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
16 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
17 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
18 | I love the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
19 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
20 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
21 | In this calm impressive hour | | | | | | | |
22 | Lord of my life, O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
23 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
24 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
25 | Serene I laid me down | | | | | | | |
26 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
27 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
28 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
29 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
30 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
31 | Full speed along the world's highway | | | | | | | |
32 | Parched by the noon-tide heat | | | | | | | |
33 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
34 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
35 | At evening to myself I say | | | | | | | |
36 | Now from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
37 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
38 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
39 | 'Tis the hour when silent thought | | | | | | | |
40 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
41 | From evil secure and its dread | | | | | | | |
42 | Sweet is the light of Sabbath-eve | | | | | | | |
43 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
44 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
45 | When on her Maker's bosom | | | | | | | |
46 | Father of the human race | | | | | | | |
47 | Sweetest bonds of friendship, here | | | | | | | |
48 | Blest is the pious house | | | | | | | |
49 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
50 | Peace be to this habitation | | | | | | | |
51 | In all my ways, O God | | | | | | | |
52 | Assembled round thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
53 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
54 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
55 | Thrice happy souls, who, born of heaven | | | | | | | |
56 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
57 | When we, with welcome slumber pressed | | | | | | | |
58 | A thousand precious gifts, O Lord | | | | | | | |
59 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
60 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
61 | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
62 | Now, from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
63 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
64 | The short-lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
65 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
66 | Blessed be thy name for ever | | | | | | | |
67 | Another day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
68 | Now condescend, Almighty king | | | | | | | |
69 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
70 | This sacred day, great God, we close | | | | | | | |
71 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
72 | The light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
73 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love | | | | | | | |
74 | Blessings attend thee, little one | | | | | | | |
75 | Come and welcome, lovely stranger! | | | | | | | |
76 | Lord, assist us by thy grace | | | | | | | |
77 | I and my house will serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
78 | Fain, O my child, I'd have thee know | | | | | | | |
79 | God of mercy, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
80 | Thou, who a tender parent art | | | | | | | |
81 | In life's joyous morning, while hope still is bright | | | | | | | |
82 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
83 | O Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
84 | How happy is the child who hears | | | | | | | |
85 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
86 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
87 | God of my life! to thee | | | | | | | |
88 | To thee, when called a while to part | | | | | | | |
89 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
90 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
91 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
92 | Joyful words--"we meet again!" | | | | | | | |
93 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
94 | O thou who dry'st the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
95 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
96 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
97 | Thou only centre of my rest | | | | | | | |
98 | O thou whose compassionate care | | | | | | | |
99 | O Lord, my best desires fulfill | | | | | | | |
100 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |