# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | The land our fathers left to us | | | | | | | |
102 | Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow | | | | | | | |
103 | While yet the youthful spirit bears | | | | | | | |
104 | God is in His holy temple | | | | | | | |
105 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
106 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
107 | And is the Gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
108 | Another day has passed along | | | | | | | |
109 | Be still, my heart; these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
110 | Brethren, let us walk together | | | | | | | |
111 | Can sinners hope for heaven | | | | | | | |
112 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
113 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
114 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
115 | God's holy law, transgressed | | | | | | | |
116 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
117 | Hasten, O sinner! to be wise | | | | | | | |
118 | Heal us, Immanuel; here we are | | | | | | | |
119 | Let Christian faith and hope dispel | | | | | | | |
120 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
121 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
122 | O Lord, my best desire fulfil | | | | | | | |
123 | Oh! where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
124 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desie | | | | | | | |
125 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
126 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
127 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
128 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
129 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
130 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
131 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
132 | Time, with an unwearied hand | | | | | | | |
133 | How bless'd is the child of the Lord! | | | | | | | |
134 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
135 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
136 | True faith, producing love to God and man | | | | | | | |
137 | As needles point towards the pole | | | | | | | |
138 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
139 | Sinner, what has earth to show | | | | | | | |
140 | Source of my life's refreshing springs | | | | | | | |
141 | To keep the lamp alive | | | | | | | |
142 | What poor despiséd company | | | | | | | |
143 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
144 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
145 | Breast the wave, Christian | | | | | | | |
146 | Come, sinner, to the Gospel feast | | | | | | | |
147 | Heavenward our road doth lie | | | | | | | |
148 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
149 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
150 | Lord, a happy child of Thine | | | | | | | |
151 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
152 | Let deepest silence all around | | | | | | | |
153 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
154 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
155 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
156 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
157 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
158 | While I lived without the Lord | | | | | | | |
159 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
160 | Tremble not, though darkly gather | | | | | | | |
161 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
162 | Oh! for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
163 | Hail, tranquil hour of closing day! | | | | | | | |
164 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
165 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
166 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
167 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
168 | What soul can reach the lofty height | | | | | | | |
169 | Almighty God, to Thee belong | | | | | | | |
170 | When I hear a sinner boasting | | | | | | | |
171 | Whene'er I turn my eyes within | | | | | | | |
172 | Lord, what I want, and still implore | | | | | | | |
173 | O bless'd Redeemer, fill my soul | | | | | | | |
174 | Touched by the power of love divine | | | | | | | |
175 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
176 | Oh! may I prize a throne of grace | | | | | | | |
177 | In seasons of doubt and of gloom | | | | | | | |
178 | How happy is the humble soul | | | | | | | |
179 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
180 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
181 | In each breeze that wanders free | | | | | | | |
182 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
184 | Oh! for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
185 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
186 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
187 | Eternal Spirit, God of truth | | | | | | | |
188 | Come, let us to the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
189 | I leave the world, its boasted store | | | | | | | |
190 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
191 | We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
192 | I thank Thee, O my God! who made | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
194 | When, my Saviour, shall I be | | | | | | | |
195 | When anxious thoughts my bosom fill | | | | | | | |
196 | My heart is resting, O my God! | | | | | | | |
197 | O Father-Eye! that hath so truly watch'd | | | | | | | |
198 | It is good when we lay on the pillow our head | | | | | | | |
199 | I know my end must surely come | | | | | | | |
200 | Well art Thou leading, Guide Supreme | | | | | | | |