# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
399 | Be thou, O God, by night, by day | | | | | | | |
400 | Our little bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
401 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
402 | O God of truth, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
403 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
404 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
405 | Let thy grace, Lord, make me lowly | | | | | | | |
406 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
407 | Delightful work! young souls to win | | | | | | | |
408 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
409 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
410 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
411 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
412 | If death our friends and us divide | | | | | | | |
413 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
414 | O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
415 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
416 | Thy mercy heard my infant prayer | | | | | | | |
417 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
418 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
419 | 'Tis finished!--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
420 | Sweet is the scene when Christians die! | | | | | | | |
421 | How blest is he whose tranquil mind | | | | | | | |
422 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
423 | Awhile they rest within the tomb | | | | | | | |
424 | When we, our wearied limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
425 | We praise thee, Lord! if but one soul | | | | | | | |
426 | Blest Saviour, we thy will obey | | | | | | | |
427 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
428 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
429 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
430 | While with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
431 | The voice of free grace cries | | | | | | | |
432 | Star of peace, to wanderers weary | | | | | | | |
433 | O Father Almighty, to thee be addressed | | | | | | | |
434 | No night shall be in Heaven! no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
435 | When, courting slumber, The hours I number | | | | | | | |
436 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
437 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
438 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean! | | | | | | | |
439 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
440 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
441 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
442 | To thee, my God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
443 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
444 | Earth's stormy night will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
445 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
446 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
447 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
448 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
449 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
450 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
451 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
452 | Stand up!--stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
453 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
454 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
455 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
456 | There is a peaceful river, Descending from on high | | | | | | | |
457 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
458 | There is a land immorta | | | | | | | |
459 | Stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
460 | O praise ye the Lord! | | | | | | | |
461 | Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
462 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
463 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
464 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
465 | How charming the thought that the spirits in bliss | | | | | | | |
466 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
467 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
468 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
469 | Lord! while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
470 | Defend the poor and desolate | | | | | | | |
471 | Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou | | | | | | | |
472 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
473 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
474 | Darkly the winter day | | | | | | | |
475 | When shall I see the day | | | | | | | |
476 | From the regions of love, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
477 | Now come and seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
478 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
479 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
480 | Come youthful sinners, come, haste to the Saviour | | | | | | | |
481 | When can I trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
482 | The world is overcome by the blood of the Lamb! | | | | | | | |
483 | Prisoners of hope, we're passing thro' | | | | | | | |
484 | God, who madest earth and heaven | EVENING | | | | | | |
485 | There is a Friend above all others | | | | | | | |
486 | Whither go'st thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
487 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
488 | Spirit, leave the house of clay | | | | | | | |
489 | I am weary of straying, O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
490 | Hail, sweetest, dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |
491 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
492 | O come and go with me | | | | | | | |
493 | You'd better come to Jesus, to Jesus, to Jesus | | | | | | | |
494 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
495 | Hear, gracious God! my humble moan | | | | | | | |
496 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
497 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
498 | Hear, gracious God, a sinner's cry | | | | | | | |