# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
H134 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
H135 | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
H136 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
H137 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
H138 | Rise, O my soul, the hours review | | | | | | | |
H139 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
H140 | Faith is the Christian's evidence | | | | | | | |
H141 | O let triumphant faith dispel | | | | | | | |
H142 | Deluded souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
H143 | Jesus, Saviour of my soul | | | | | | | |
H144 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H145 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
H146 | Children of the heavenly king | | | | | | | |
H147 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
H148 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
H149 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
H150 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee | | | | | | | |
H151 | Lord, my God, I long to know | | | | | | | |
H152 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
H153 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
H154 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
H155 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
H156 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
H157 | Be still, my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
H158 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
H159 | As, panting in the sultry beam | | | | | | | |
H160 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
H161 | Lord, unafflicted, undismayed | | | | | | | |
H162 | When, streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
H163 | Saviour, when night involves the skies | | | | | | | |
H164 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
H165 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
H166 | To Thee let my first offerings rise | | | | | | | |
H167 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
H168 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
H169 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
H170 | Now from the altar of my our hearts | | | | | | | |
H171 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
H172 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
H173 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
H174 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
H175 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
H176 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
H177 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
H178 | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
H179 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
H180 | Awake, my soul, stretch ever6y nerve | | | | | | | |
H181 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
H182 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
H183 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
H184 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
H185 | Since I've known a Saviour's Name | | | | | | | |
H186 | As, when the weary traveller gains | | | | | | | |
H187 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
H188 | Few are thy days, and full of woe | | | | | | | |
H189 | Hark! from the tombs a mournful sound | | | | | | | |
H190 | The mighty flood that rolls | | | | | | | |
H191 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
H192 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
H193 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
H194 | Great God, what do I see and hear | | | | | | | |
H195 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
H196 | O, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
H197 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
H198 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
H199 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
H200 | Should nature's charms, to please the eye | | | | | | | |
H201 | Who are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
H202 | God of our fathers, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
H203 | Bless'd be thou, the God of Israel | | | | | | | |
H204 | O, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
H205 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
H206 | Why mournest thou, my anxious soul | | | | | | | |
H207 | Thus speaks the High and Lofty One | | | | | | | |
H208 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
H209 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
H210 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
H211 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
H212 | Lo, what a cloud of witnesses | | | | | | | |
H213 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
H214 | Sweet the moments rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
H215 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
H216 | Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear | | | | | | | |
H217 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
H218 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
H219 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
H220 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
H221 | Hues of the rich unfolding morn | | | | | | | |
H222 | Through the day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
H223 | Dread Sovereign, let our evening songs | | | | | | | |
H224 | For all the blessings of the day | | | | | | | |
H225 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
H226 | The cold wind strips the yellow leaf | | | | | | | |
H227 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
H228 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
H229 | Sweet is the last, the parting ray | | | | | | | |
H230 | Sweet is the task, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
H231 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
H232 | Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows | | | | | | | |
H233 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |