# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | Prepare us Lord to view thy cross | | | | | | | |
702 | The earth is the Lord's, and all it contains | | | | | | | |
703 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
704 | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
705 | Though sorrow may stay for a night | | | | | | | |
706 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
707 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
708 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
709 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
710 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
711 | Convinced of sin, men now begin | | | | | | | |
712 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
713 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
714 | Now we hail the happy dawning of the gospel's | | | | | | | |
715 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
716 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
717 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
718 | With reverent awe tremendous [our gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
719 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
720 | Equip me for the war | | | | | | | |
721 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
722 | My gracious, loving Lord | | | | | | | |
723 | Religion's form is vain | | | | | | | |
724 | Still for thy loving kindness, Lord | | | | | | | |
725 | When Christ to judgment shall descend | | | | | | | |
726 | Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
727 | How far, alas, in sinful ways | | | | | | | |
728 | How shall a lost sinner in pain | | | | | | | |
729 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
730 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
731 | O that I was [were] as heretofore | | | | | | | |
732 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
733 | In loud [sweet] exalted strains | | | | | | | |
734 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
735 | As every day, thy mercy spares | | | | | | | |
736 | Awake, my drowsy soul, awake | | | | | | | |
737 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
738 | Giver and Guardian of my sleep | | | | | | | |
739 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
740 | My lovely Jesus while on earth | | | | | | | |
741 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
742 | O, could my soul this morning rise | | | | | | | |
743 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
744 | Serene, I laid me down | | | | | | | |
745 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
746 | Thou, O Lord, didst hear my cry | | | | | | | |
747 | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
748 | On thee, each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend | | | | | | | |
749 | Begone, my earthly [worldly] care [cares], away | | | | | | | |
750 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
751 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
752 | God of evening and of morning, Great Source | | | | | | | |
753 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
754 | Omnipresent God, whose aid no one ever asked in vain | | | | | | | |
755 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
756 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
757 | The flowery spring at God's command | | | | | | | |
758 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
759 | How sweetly along the gay mead | | | | | | | |
760 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
761 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
762 | Now may the Lord of earth and skies | | | | | | | |
763 | O the immense, the amazing height | | | | | | | |
764 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
765 | See how brown autumn spreads the field | | | | | | | |
766 | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
767 | Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes | | | | | | | |
768 | O time, how few thy value weigh | | | | | | | |
769 | House of our God, with cheerful anthems | | | | | | | |
770 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
771 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
772 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
773 | God of my life, to thee my cheerful soul | | | | | | | |
774 | Come, thou condescending Jesus | | | | | | | |
775 | When on her maker's bosom | | | | | | | |
776 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
777 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
778 | Come children, learn to fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
779 | Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die | | | | | | | |
780 | In Isr'l's fane by silent night | | | | | | | |
781 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
782 | Lo the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
783 | Must all the charms [thoughts] of nature then | | | | | | | |
784 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
785 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
786 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
787 | Thus far 'tis well, you read, you pray | | | | | | | |
788 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
789 | Ye lovely bands of blooming youth | | | | | | | |
790 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
791 | And have I measured half my days | | | | | | | |
792 | Eternal God, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
793 | My God, my [mine] everlasting hope, I live upon thy truth | | | | | | | |
794 | When in the vale of lengthened [closing] years | | | | | | | |
795 | Break thou the clouds dear Lord and shine | | | | | | | |
796 | Long unafflicted undismayed | | | | | | | |
797 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
798 | Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail | | | | | | | |
799 | See, gracious God [Lord], before thy throne | | | | | | | |
800 | When God, provoked with daring crimes | | | | | | | |