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801 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
802 | God doth not leave his own! | | | | | | | |
803 | I know not if or dark or bright | | | | | | | |
804 | We are too far from thee, our Saviour | | | | | | | |
805 | Jesus! guide our way | | | | | | | |
806 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
807 | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
808 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
809 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
810 | Let me be with thee where thou art | | | | | | | |
811 | O, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
812 | Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
813 | You glitt'ing toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
814 | Jesus hath died that I might live | | | | | | | |
815 | Awake, you saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
816 | I am thy workmanship, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
817 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
818 | The dove, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
819 | I have no resting-place on earth | | | | | | | |
820 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
821 | Jerusalem! my glorious home | | | | | | | |
822 | Lord, we expect a day | | | | | | | |
823 | As the hart, with eager looks | | | | | | | |
824 | Come, my Christian brethren, come | | | | | | | |
825 | Let me go; my soul is weary | | | | | | | |
826 | O that I had wings like a dove | | | | | | | |
827 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
828 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
829 | Here, we are but straying pilgrims | | | | | | | |
830 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
831 | How long, O Lord, our Saviour | | | | | | | |
832 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
833 | Go up, go up, my heart | | | | | | | |
834 | My spirit longs for thee | | | | | | | |
835 | Purer yet and purer | | | | | | | |
836 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
837 | I'm weary of straying: O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
838 | My rest is in heaven--my home is not here | | | | | | | |
839 | Not here! not here! Not where the sparkling waters | | | | | | | |
840 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
841 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
842 | Lead us, heavenly Father! lead us | | | | | | | |
843 | My feet are worn and weary with the march | | | | | | | |
844 | Soon and for ever the breaking of day | | | | | | | |
845 | In thee, O Lord, I put my trust | | | | | | | |
846 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
847 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
848 | Silent, like men in solemn haste | | | | | | | |
849 | When Israel, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
850 | O Israel, to thy tents repair | | | | | | | |
851 | The tempter to my soul hath said | | | | | | | |
852 | When, in the hour of lonely wo | | | | | | | |
853 | Lord! I have foes without, within | | | | | | | |
854 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
855 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
856 | Awake, our souls; away, our fears | | | | | | | |
857 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
858 | O where is now that glowing love | | | | | | | |
859 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
860 | Rise, O my soul! pursue the path | | | | | | | |
861 | Christians, keep your armor bright | | | | | | | |
862 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
863 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
864 | Kind Father, look with pity now | | | | | | | |
865 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
866 | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
867 | Nay, tell us not of dangers dire | | | | | | | |
868 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
869 | Father, when o'er our trembling hearts | | | | | | | |
870 | The Saviour bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
871 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
872 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
873 | "Forever with the Lord" | | | | | | | |
874 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
875 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
876 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
877 | Arise ye saints, arise! | | | | | | | |
878 | Hark, how the watchmen cry! | | | | | | | |
879 | Soldiers of Christ, arise! | | | | | | | |
880 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
881 | My soul, it is thy God | | | | | | | |
882 | God of mercy! God of love! | | | | | | | |
883 | Oft in sorrow, oft in wo | | | | | | | |
884 | Sleep not soldier of the cross! | | | | | | | |
885 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
886 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
887 | Holy Father, thou hast taught me | | | | | | | |
888 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
889 | Must Simon bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
890 | O my soul! what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
891 | Here behold me, as I cast me | | | | | | | |
892 | The sun above us gleaming | | | | | | | |
893 | O Saviour whose mercy, severe in its kindness | | | | | | | |
894 | The captive's oar may pause upon the galley | | | | | | | |
895 | Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest | | | | | | | |
896 | Shall we grow weary in our watch | | | | | | | |
897 | God of our salvation! | | | | | | | |
898 | Be still, my heart! these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
899 | O Lord, thy counsels and thy care | | | | | | | |
900 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |