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301 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
302 | Come, Thou almighty King, | | | | | | | |
303 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
304 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
305 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
306 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
307 | The Lord is King! lift up thy voice, | | | | | | | |
308 | How rich Thy favours, God of grace! | | | | | | | |
309 | My Saviour, as Thou wilt | | | | | | | |
310 | O Thou by long experience tried | | | | | | | |
311 | All unseen the Master walketh | | | | | | | |
312 | O Lord! my best desire fulfil! | | | | | | | |
313 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
314 | When, my Saviour, shall I be | | | | | | | |
315 | In tears and trials we must sow | | | | | | | |
316 | Oh! for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
317 | There is a fold where none can stray | | | | | | | |
318 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
319 | Almighty God! I call to Thee | | | | | | | |
320 | Gently, gently lay Thy rod | | | | | | | |
321 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
322 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
323 | The darken'd sky, how thick it lowers! | | | | | | | |
324 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
325 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
326 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
327 | Eternal beam of light divine | | | | | | | |
328 | Thou art my hiding place, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
329 | Now to the haven of Thy breast | | | | | | | |
330 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
331 | When musing sparrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
332 | O, Lead me to the Rock | | | | | | | |
333 | Thy mercy heard my infant prayer | | | | | | | |
334 | Jesus' hour is not yet come | | | | | | | |
335 | Thou very present aid | | | | | | | |
336 | O God! to Thee we raise our eyes | | | | | | | |
337 | Saviour! once to Thee presented | | | | | | | |
338 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
339 | Behold the Christian life | | | | | | | |
340 | Am I called? and can it be? | | | | | | | |
341 | Shall Simon bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
342 | How blessed, from the bonds of sin | | | | | | | |
343 | Thou, whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
344 | I was a foe to God | | | | | | | |
345 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
346 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
347 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
348 | Jesus, since first I heard Thy voice | | | | | | | |
349 | My soul, weigh not thy life | | | | | | | |
350 | Nay, I cannot let Thee go | | | | | | | |
351 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
352 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
353 | O Lord, Thy counsels and Thy care | | | | | | | |
354 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
355 | Lord, it belongs not to my care | | | | | | | |
356 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
357 | Nearer, my God, to Thee! | | | | | | | |
358 | Come to the Morning Prayer | | | | | | | |
359 | Once more the sun is beaming bright | | | | | | | |
360 | O Jesus, Lord of heavenly grace | | | | | | | |
361 | Oh! timely happy, timely wise | | | | | | | |
362 | Up to the hills I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
363 | Source of light and life divine | | | | | | | |
364 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
365 | Forth in Thy name, O Lord, we go | | | | | | | |
366 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
367 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
368 | Intervals of grateful shade | | | | | | | |
369 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
370 | My God, how endless is Thy love! | | | | | | | |
371 | To-morrow Lord is Thine | | | | | | | |
372 | Sun of my soul! Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
373 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
374 | Saviour! in mercy hear the sighs | | | | | | | |
375 | Oh God, creation's secret Force | | | | | | | |
376 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
377 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
378 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
379 | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
380 | The morning bright | | | | | | | |
381 | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
382 | Great God, I call upon Thy name | | | | | | | |
383 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
384 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
385 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
386 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
387 | When thou art kneeling down at night | | | | | | | |
388 | Come, my soul, thou must be waking! | | | | | | | |
389 | Far from the world, O Lord, I'd flee | | | | | | | |
390 | Lord, Thou has search'd and seen me through | | | | | | | |
391 | Send, Lord, Thy light amid th' encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
392 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
393 | How do Thy mercies close me round! | | | | | | | |
394 | Be with me, Lord, wherr'er I go | | | | | | | |
395 | A sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
396 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
397 | 'Twas the good Physician now | | | | | | | |
398 | Tarry with me, O my Saviour | | | | | | | |
399 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
400 | Thousands, O Lord of Hosts, to-day | | | | | | | |