# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
202 | Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
203 | There is a fountain filled with blood | [There is a fountain filled with blood] | | | | | | |
204 | My faith looks up to Thee | NEW HAVEN | | | | | | |
205 | Today the Saviour calls | TODAY | | | | | | |
206 | The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord | UXBRIDGE | | | | | | |
207 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
208 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
209 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
210 | What are those soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
211 | Holy, and true, and righteous Lord | | | | | | | |
212 | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
213 | Except the Lord our labors bless | | | | | | | |
214 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
215 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
216 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
217 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | DEFLEUY | | | | | | |
218 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
219 | Oh, thou who hast spread out the skies | | | | | | | |
220 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
221 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
222 | O when shall we sweetly remove | | | | | | | |
223 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
224 | All glory to God in the sky | | | | | | | |
225 | What various hindrances we meet | ROCKINGHAM | | | | | | |
226 | Jesus, the gift divine I know | | | | | | | |
227 | Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear | | | | | | | |
228 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
229 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
230 | When Jesus left is Father's throne | DUNDEE | | | | | | |
231 | Great Spirit, by whose mighty power | | | | | | | |
232 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
233 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
234 | Oh, happy is the man who hears | BALERMA | | | | | | |
235 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
236 | Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
237 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
238 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
239 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
240 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
241 | Oh what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
242 | Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands | | | | | | | |
243 | My soul, be on thy guard | LABAN | | | | | | |
244 | Arise, ye saints, arise! | | | | | | | |
245 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
246 | Thee, King of saints, we praise | | | | | | | |
247 | Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
248 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
249 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
250 | Our sins on Christ were laid | | | | | | | |
251 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
252 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | CHINA | | | | | | |
253 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
254 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
255 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
256 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | PLEYEL'S HYMN | | | | | | |
257 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
258 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin | | | | | | | |
259 | Make me simple and sincere | | | | | | | |
260 | Not all the blood of beasts | BOYLSTON | | | | | | |
261 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
262 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
263 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
264 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
265 | Jesus hath died that I might live | AZMON | | | | | | |
266 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
267 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
268 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
269 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
270 | My soul, repeat His praise | ST. THOMAS | | | | | | |
271 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
272 | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
273 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
274 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | OLD HUNDRED | | | | | | |
275 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
276 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
277 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |