# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | Stand up! stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
101 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
102 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
103 | Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty! | | | | | | | |
104 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers! | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
106 | Jesus, let Thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
107 | O, Lord, my weary soul sustain | | | | | | | |
108 | While Thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
109 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
110 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
112 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
113 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
114 | Come unto Me when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
115 | People of the living God! | | | | | | | |
116 | Jesus, Shepherd of Thy sheep | | | | | | | |
117 | Saviour when in dust to Thee | SPANISH HYMN | | | | | | |
118 | By Thy birth, and by Thy tears | | | | | | | |
119 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! | | | | | | | |
120 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
121 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
122 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
123 | My God, I know, I feel Thee mine | | | | | | | |
124 | Why stand ye here idling today? | | | | | | | |
125 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
126 | Lord, from Thy blessed throne | | | | | | | |
127 | After the Christian's tears | | | | | | | |
128 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
129 | I choose to follow Jesus all the way | | | | | | | |
130 | Come, 'tis the hour to bow | | | | | | | |
131 | Gloomy, still gloomy, the rain-drops are falling | | | | | | | |
132 | Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining | | | | | | | |
133 | I know whatever good is mine | | | | | | | |
134 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | I am far from the land of my birth, mother | | | | | | | |
136 | "Come unto Me, earth's weary ones!" | | | | | | | |
137 | Whatever be our earthly lot | | | | | | | |
138 | Come, thou Almighty king | | | | | | | |
139 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
140 | Thee, Lord our God alone | | | | | | | |
141 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
142 | I have read of a beautiful city | | | | | | | |
143 | 'Tis sweet to think, as night comes on | | | | | | | |
144 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
145 | Full of sin tho' I may be | | | | | | | |
146 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
147 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
148 | Softly, now, the light of day | | | | | | | |
149 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
150 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
151 | Lord, at this closing hour | | | | | | | |