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701 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
702 | Let us adore the eternal word | | | | | | | |
703 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
704 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
705 | Communion of my Saviour's blood | | | | | | | |
706 | Our spirits join to adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
707 | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | | | |
708 | Here we have seen thy face, O Lord | | | | | | | |
709 | What shall we pay the eternal Son | | | | | | | |
710 | Blest Jesus, what delicious fare | | | | | | | |
711 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
712 | Be known to us in breaking bread | | | | | | | |
713 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
714 | Come let us join our souls to God | | | | | | | |
715 | Who make the Lord of hosts their tower | | | | | | | |
716 | Come thou with us, we'll do thee good | | | | | | | |
717 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
718 | Lord, at thy table we behold | | | | | | | |
719 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
720 | Now I have found a friend | | | | | | | |
721 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
722 | Bread of heaven, on thee I feed | | | | | | | |
723 | Glorious Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
724 | Now, with angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
725 | Go preach my gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
726 | The Saviour, when to heaven he rose | | | | | | | |
727 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
728 | Lord of the harvest, hear | | | | | | | |
729 | Comfort, ye ministers of grace | | | | | | | |
730 | Draw near, O Son of God, draw near | | | | | | | |
731 | Shepherd of Isr'l, bend thine ear | | | | | | | |
732 | Great Lord of all angels, we adore | | | | | | | |
733 | Guardian of Isr'l, Source of peace | | | | | | | |
734 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
735 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
736 | Chief shepherd of thy chosen sheep | | | | | | | |
737 | Steel me to shame, reproach, disgrace | | | | | | | |
738 | Shall I for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
739 | Shall I to gain the world's applause | | | | | | | |
740 | Transporting thought, the Master's joy | | | | | | | |
741 | O how should those be clean who bear | | | | | | | |
742 | Father of mercies, condescend | | | | | | | |
743 | Of my dear flock, one more is gone | | | | | | | |
744 | Thou, Jesus, thou my breast inspire | | | | | | | |
745 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
746 | Rest from thy labor, rest | | | | | | | |
747 | His master taken from his head | | | | | | | |
748 | Now let our drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
749 | Christ's only righteousness I show | | | | | | | |
750 | When Adam sinned, through all his race | | | | | | | |
751 | Back with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
752 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
753 | The Lord, from his celestial throne | | | | | | | |
754 | O Lord, turn not Thy face from me | | | | | | | |
755 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
756 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
757 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
758 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
759 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
760 | Father, 'tis thus, because thy will | | | | | | | |
761 | In vain we seek for peace with God | | | | | | | |
762 | Thus saith the Lord, Your work is vain | | | | | | | |
763 | No blood of beasts, on altars shed | | | | | | | |
764 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
765 | Partners of a glorious hope | | | | | | | |
766 | Sons we are, through God's election | | | | | | | |
767 | Comrades of the heavenly calling | | | | | | | |
768 | Now for a hymn of praise to God | | | | | | | |
769 | My God! thy boundless love I praise | | | | | | | |
770 | The great redeeming Angel, thee | | | | | | | |
771 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
772 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
773 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
774 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
775 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
776 | Though in the temple some are found | | | | | | | |
777 | Who are they whose little feet | | | | | | | |
778 | Hear we not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
779 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
780 | Children's voices high in heaven | | | | | | | |
781 | See these lambs of Jesus' fold | | | | | | | |
782 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
783 | God of my childhood and my youth | | | | | | | |
784 | Almighty father of mankind | | | | | | | |
785 | My God! my everlasting hope! | | | | | | | |
786 | At evening time, when day is done | | | | | | | |
787 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
788 | The moment comes, when strength must fail | | | | | | | |
789 | Peace be to this habitation | | | | | | | |
790 | Saviour, Who Thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
791 | Father of men, thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
792 | If God succeed not, all the cost | | | | | | | |
793 | Thou sovereign Lord of earth and skies | | | | | | | |
794 | The power to bless my house | | | | | | | |
795 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
796 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
797 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
798 | Giver and Guardian of my sleep | | | | | | | |
799 | Lord of my life, O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
800 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |