# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
901 | Servants of Christ, his truth who know | | | | | | | |
902 | Lord, cause thy face on us to shine | | | | | | | |
903 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
904 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
905 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
906 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
907 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
908 | Once more we meet to pray | | | | | | | |
909 | Come, Sacred Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
910 | Retire, vain world, awhile retire | | | | | | | |
911 | O Lord, and shall our fainting souls | | | | | | | |
912 | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
913 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
914 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
915 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
916 | Look up ye saints with sweet surprise | | | | | | | |
917 | Now I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
918 | Ye men and angels, witness now | | | | | | | |
919 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
920 | Come in, thou [ye] blessed of the Lord [our God] | | | | | | | |
921 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
922 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
923 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
924 | Oft in danger [sorrow], oft [and] in woe | | | | | | | |
925 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
926 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
927 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
928 | With humble faith and fervent zeal | | | | | | | |
929 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
930 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer [prayers] | | | | | | | |
931 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
932 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
933 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
934 | How pleasing is the voice | | | | | | | |
935 | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
936 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
937 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
938 | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
939 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
940 | On thee, each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend | | | | | | | |
941 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
942 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
943 | Lord, hear the voice of my complaint | | | | | | | |
944 | And now another day is gone [past] the sun | | | | | | | |
945 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
946 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |
947 | The busy scenes of day are fled | | | | | | | |
948 | The day is gone, the weary sun declining | | | | | | | |
949 | God of mercy, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
950 | How happy are the young who hear | | | | | | | |
951 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
952 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
953 | O in the morn of life | | | | | | | |
954 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
955 | O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise | | | | | | | |
956 | God of my [our] life, to [on] thee I [we] call | | | | | | | |
957 | Great Maker of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
958 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
959 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
960 | We come, O Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
961 | Maker of all things, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
962 | Our shattered bark, on boisterous seas | | | | | | | |
963 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
964 | A safe stronghold our God is still, A trusty shield | | | | | | | |
965 | O God, look down from heaven, we pray | | | | | | | |
966 | O Lord, uphold us by thy word | | | | | | | |
967 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
968 | Say, should we search the globe around | | | | | | | |
969 | Almighty Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
970 | Hear us, O Lord, in time of need | | | | | | | |
971 | Lord, let thy goodness lead our land | | | | | | | |
972 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
973 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust, Lord, give me | | | | | | | |
974 | Father of all our mercies, thou | | | | | | | |
975 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
976 | Round the temperance standard rally | | | | | | | |
977 | We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul | | | | | | | |
978 | Go, holy book, thou word divine | | | | | | | |
979 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
980 | This world that we so highly prize | | | | | | | |
981 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
982 | Who knows how near my life's expended | | | | | | | |
983 | Soon, in the grave my flesh shall rest | | | | | | | |
984 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
985 | Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child | | | | | | | |
986 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
987 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
988 | Lift not thou the wailing voice | | | | | | | |
989 | Shall man O God of life and light | | | | | | | |
990 | Judgment comes, that day of mourning | | | | | | | |
991 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
992 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
993 | O let our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
994 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
995 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
996 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
997 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
998 | There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
999 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
1000 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |