# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Sweet is the task, O Lord | | | | | | | |
302 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
303 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
304 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
305 | The light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
306 | I love to have the Sabbath come | | | | | | | |
307 | On the beams of early morn | | | | | | | |
308 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
309 | Eternal Father, God of grace | | | | | | | |
310 | In God's own house for me to play | | | | | | | |
311 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
312 | I hear thy word with love | | | | | | | |
313 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
314 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
315 | Now may the gospel's conquering power | | | | | | | |
316 | Long have we sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
317 | O for a heart to feel | | | | | | | |
318 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
319 | Why should cold or stormy weather | | | | | | | |
320 | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
321 | Come, Jesus, heavenly Teacher, come | | | | | | | |
322 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
323 | Where two or three with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
324 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
325 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
326 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
327 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
328 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
329 | Blest are the souls who hear and know | | | | | | | |
330 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
331 | Mark the soft falling snow | | | | | | | |
332 | O Sun of righteousness, arise | | | | | | | |
333 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
334 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
335 | Hark!--what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
336 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
337 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
338 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
339 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
340 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
341 | O God, the Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
342 | Indulgent God, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
343 | Come, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
344 | Eternal God, Almighty cause | | | | | | | |
345 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
346 | Much of my doubtful life is gone | | | | | | | |
347 | How long, sometimes, a day appears! | | | | | | | |
348 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
349 | The moments fly--a minute's gone! | | | | | | | |
350 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
351 | Our days, alas! our mortal days | | | | | | | |
352 | Our life is ever on the wing | | | | | | | |
353 | 'Tis God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
354 | The morning bright | | | | | | | |
355 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
356 | Get up early! Time is precious | | | | | | | |
357 | Awake, my heart, awake | | | | | | | |
358 | When morning comes, the birds arise | | | | | | | |
359 | The Lord hath kept me through the night | | | | | | | |
360 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
361 | O Lord, a little child appears | | | | | | | |
362 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
363 | Lord, I have passed another day | | | | | | | |
364 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
365 | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
366 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
367 | Through the day thy love hath spared us | | | | | | | |
368 | Jesus, underneath thy care | | | | | | | |
369 | See the shadows thickly stealing | | | | | | | |
370 | Teach me, Lord, thy name to know | | | | | | | |
371 | How great thy mercies, Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
372 | While through another rolling year | | | | | | | |
373 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
374 | Lord, we are spared, and yet are found | | | | | | | |
375 | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | | | |
376 | Pleasing spring again is here | | | | | | | |
377 | At length the wished for spring has come | | | | | | | |
378 | The summer harvest spreads the field | | | | | | | |
379 | See, how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
380 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
381 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
382 | When the dark and heavy cloud | | | | | | | |
383 | Come, see how fast the weather clears | | | | | | | |
384 | In every object here I see | | | | | | | |
385 | God of every land and nation | | | | | | | |
386 | Sovereign of all the worlds above | | | | | | | |
387 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
388 | Up to thee, Almighty Father | | | | | | | |
389 | Swift as my fleeting days decline | | | | | | | |
390 | Where shall I be when I shall go | | | | | | | |
391 | The lilies of the field | | | | | | | |
392 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
393 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
394 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
395 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
396 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
397 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
398 | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
399 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
400 | There is an hour when I must die | | | | | | | |