# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | "Blest are the meek," he said | | | | | | | |
302 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
303 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
304 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
305 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
306 | See the Lord, thy Helper, stand | | | | | | | |
307 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
308 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
309 | How happy is he born and taught | | | | | | | |
310 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven | | | | | | | |
311 | O, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
312 | All earthly charms, however dear | | | | | | | |
313 | I am free! I am free! I have broken away | | | | | | | |
314 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
315 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
316 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
317 | Alas! how swift the moments fly! | | | | | | | |
318 | O God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
319 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
320 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
321 | Praise to the radiant Source of bliss | | | | | | | |
322 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
323 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
324 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers! | | | | | | | |
325 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
326 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
327 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
328 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
329 | Great God, what do I see and hear? | | | | | | | |
330 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell | | | | | | | |
331 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
332 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
333 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
334 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear has heard | | | | | | | |
335 | Heaven is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
336 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
337 | What must it be to dwell above | | | | | | | |
338 | O for the calm beyond the storms | | | | | | | |
339 | Away with our sorrow and fear! | | | | | | | |
340 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
341 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
342 | O, my sweet home, Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
343 | For ever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
344 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
345 | Now Morning lifts her dewy veil | | | | | | | |
346 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
347 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
348 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
349 | Hail to the Sabbath day! | | | | | | | |
350 | Blest day of God! most calm, most bright! | | | | | | | |
351 | Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows | | | | | | | |
352 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
353 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
354 | Come to the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
355 | Lo, God is here! Let us adore | | | | | | | |
356 | How lovely are thy dwelling fairs | | | | | | | |
357 | Forth from the dark and stormy sky | | | | | | | |
358 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
359 | My God, permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
360 | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
361 | Father of our feeble race | | | | | | | |
362 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
363 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
364 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
365 | The offerings to thy throne which arise | | | | | | | |
366 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
367 | Come, thou almighty King! | | | | | | | |
368 | O God, whose dread and dazzling brow | | | | | | | |
369 | Soon will our fleeting hours be past | | | | | | | |
370 | Holy, holy, holy Lord | | | | | | | |
371 | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
372 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
373 | O God, by whom the seed is given | | | | | | | |
374 | Now, Lord, thy heavenly seed is sown | | | | | | | |
375 | Glorious in thy saints appear | | | | | | | |
376 | Christians, brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
377 | Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me | | | | | | | |
378 | To all thy faithful people, Lord | | | | | | | |
379 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
380 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
381 | They, who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
382 | Now may He who from the dead | | | | | | | |
383 | Thou art the first, and thou the last | | | | | | | |
384 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
385 | In token that thou shalt not fear | | | | | | | |
386 | To Him, who children blessed | | | | | | | |
387 | Saviour, who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
388 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
389 | Thine for ever! God of love | | | | | | | |
390 | To thee, O God in heaven! | | | | | | | |
391 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
392 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
393 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
394 | O for a prophet's fire | | | | | | | |
395 | O here, if ever, God of love | | | | | | | |
396 | Planted in Christ, the living Vine | | | | | | | |
397 | Bread of the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
398 | O bread to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
399 | Shepherd of souls, refresh and bless | | | | | | | |
400 | The Son of God gave thanks | | | | | | | |