# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
601 | Blest, who with generous pity glows | | | | | | | |
602 | Thou God of hope, to thee we bow | | | | | | | |
603 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
604 | Blest are the men whose mercies move | | | | | | | |
605 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
606 | Attend, and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
607 | Jesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace | | | | | | | |
608 | What shall we render, bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
609 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
610 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
611 | Father, I see thy sun arise | | | | | | | |
612 | Behold, where, in the friend of man | | | | | | | |
613 | Father, forgive, the Savior cried With his expiring breath | | | | | | | |
614 | Whene'er the [our] angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
615 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
616 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
617 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
618 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
619 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
620 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
621 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
622 | Whene'er the Christian pilgrim views | | | | | | | |
623 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
624 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
625 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
626 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
627 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
628 | Joy is a [the] fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
629 | While through this wilderness below | | | | | | | |
630 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
631 | Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly | | | | | | | |
632 | Jesus, exalted far on high | | | | | | | |
633 | Is there ambition in my heart | | | | | | | |
634 | Lord, if thou thy [the] grace impart | | | | | | | |
635 | Lord, forever at thy side, Let [May] my place | | | | | | | |
636 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
637 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
638 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
639 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
640 | Awake, my drowsy soul, awake | | | | | | | |
641 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
642 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
643 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
644 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
645 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
646 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
647 | Behold what witnesses unseen | | | | | | | |
648 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
649 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
650 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so | | | | | | | |
651 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
652 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
653 | My Savior, fill my soul | | | | | | | |
654 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust, Lord, give me | | | | | | | |
655 | Pity, O Lord, thy feeble child | | | | | | | |
656 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
657 | O for a principle within | | | | | | | |
658 | Permit me, Lord, to seek Thy face | | | | | | | |
659 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
660 | And is this life prolonged to me | | | | | | | |
661 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
662 | O God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
663 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
664 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
665 | Had I a throne above the rest | | | | | | | |
666 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
667 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
668 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
669 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
670 | My God, permit me [us] not to be a stranger | | | | | | | |
671 | O that I knew the place | | | | | | | |
672 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | | | |
673 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we] | | | | | | | |
674 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
675 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
676 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
677 | Didst thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
678 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
679 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
680 | A throne of grace, then let us go | | | | | | | |
681 | There is a heavenly mercy seat | | | | | | | |
682 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
683 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
684 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
685 | Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice | | | | | | | |
686 | Lord, when we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
687 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
688 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
689 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
690 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
691 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
692 | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |
693 | Father of all! we bow to thee | | | | | | | |
694 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
695 | Father, adored in worlds above | | | | | | | |
696 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
697 | O Lord, when billows o'er me rise | | | | | | | |
698 | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
699 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
700 | My spirit sinks within me, Lord | | | | | | | |