# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
798 | O deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
799 | Why should I murmur or repine | | | | | | | |
800 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
801 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
802 | When, in the hour of lonely woe | | | | | | | |
803 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
804 | Jesus, my Lord, my God | | | | | | | |
805 | Fear not, poor, weary one | | | | | | | |
806 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
807 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
808 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
809 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
810 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
811 | The bird let loose in Eastern skies | | | | | | | |
812 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
813 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
814 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
815 | 'Tis thus in solitude I roam | | | | | | | |
816 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
817 | Where is my God? does He retire | | | | | | | |
818 | O blesséd God, to Thee I raise | | | | | | | |
819 | They pray the best who watch and pray | | | | | | | |
820 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
821 | Come at the morning hour | | | | | | | |
822 | Pray, without ceasing, pray | | | | | | | |
823 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
824 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
825 | Our Lord, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
826 | O Thou that hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
827 | With ecstasy of joy | | | | | | | |
828 | Christ is our Cornerstone | | | | | | | |
829 | One sole baptismal sign | ST. EBBE | | | | | | |
830 | Praise the Rock of our salvation | | | | | | | |
831 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
832 | Blest inhabitants of Zion | | | | | | | |
833 | Christ is made the sure foundation | | | | | | | |
834 | Zion stands by hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
835 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
836 | Far as Thy name is known | | | | | | | |
837 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
838 | Come, kingdom of our God | | | | | | | |
839 | Far down the ages now | | | | | | | |
840 | O great is Jehovah, and great be His praise | | | | | | | |
841 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
842 | A safe stronghold our God is still | | | | | | | |
843 | "Go preach My gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
844 | Father of mercies, bow Thine ear | | | | | | | |
845 | Pour out thy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
846 | Shepherd of Israel, bend Thine ear | | | | | | | |
847 | Father of mercies, in Thy house | | | | | | | |
848 | We bid thee welcome, in the name | | | | | | | |
849 | Come, Sacred Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
850 | O Saviour, is Thy promise fled? | | | | | | | |
851 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
852 | Hark, how the watchmen cry! | | | | | | | |
853 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
854 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
855 | Lord of the harvest, hear | | | | | | | |
856 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
857 | The harvest dawn is near | | | | | | | |
858 | Christ and His cross are all our theme | | | | | | | |
859 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
860 | Lord, Thou hast taught our hearts to glow | | | | | | | |
861 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
862 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
863 | We long to move and breathe in Thee | | | | | | | |
864 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
865 | God of that glorious gift of grace | | | | | | | |
866 | A little child the Saviour came | | | | | | | |
867 | Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
868 | Father, in these reveal Thy Son | | | | | | | |
869 | O Lord, encouraged by Thy grace | | | | | | | |
870 | The gentle Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
871 | Saviour, who Thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
872 | O happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
873 | O, sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
874 | Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine | | | | | | | |
875 | Arm these Thy servants, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
876 | Come in, thou bléssed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
877 | O Thou, my soul, forget no more | | | | | | | |
878 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
879 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin | | | | | | | |
880 | Thine for ever!--God of love | | | | | | | |
881 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
882 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
883 | Jesus, grant me this, I pray | | | | | | | |
884 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
885 | At Thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
886 | O Love, who formedst me to wear | | | | | | | |
887 | O Jesus, bruised and wounded more | | | | | | | |
888 | Jesus, Thou Joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
889 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
890 | O the sweet wonders of that cross | | | | | | | |
891 | Draw near, O Holy Dove, draw near | | | | | | | |
892 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
893 | Bread of the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
894 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers, And let your lights appear | | | | | | | |
895 | O bread to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
896 | O Bread of Life from heaven | | | | | | | |
897 | Till He come, O let the words | | | | | | | |