# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | They are going--only going | | | | | | | |
702 | Go watch and pray; thou canst not tell | | | | | | | |
703 | Come, let us pray; 'tis sweet to feel | | | | | | | |
704 | Oh how kindly hast thou led me | | | | | | | |
705 | Abide with me! fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
706 | Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
707 | Come unto me when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
708 | We will not weep, for God is standing by us | | | | | | | |
709 | Jesus, Saviour all divine | | | | | | | |
710 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
711 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
712 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
713 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
714 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
715 | Come, let us join the hosts above | | | | | | | |
716 | O spirit freed from earthly care | | | | | | | |
717 | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
718 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
719 | Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
720 | How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
721 | O thou whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
722 | Onward, onward, men of heaven! | | | | | | | |
723 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
724 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
725 | Hark! the voice of Jesus, crying | | | | | | | |
726 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
727 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
728 | Arise! O King of grace, arise! | | | | | | | |
729 | Oh! could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
730 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
731 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
732 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
733 | Would you see Jesus? come with prayer | | | | | | | |
734 | Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
735 | Forgive us, Lord! to thee we cry | | | | | | | |
736 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
737 | Stay, father, stay: the night is wild | | | | | | | |
738 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
739 | Behold, a Stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
740 | In all my ways, O God! | | | | | | | |
741 | The morning light returns | | | | | | | |
742 | Another day is past | | | | | | | |
743 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
744 | I come to thee to-night | | | | | | | |
745 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
746 | Oh! we are the reapers that garner in | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]