# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
103 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
104 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
105 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
106 | Ringing, ringing, Voices soft and clear | | | | | | | |
107 | O come and join our great command | | | | | | | |
108 | We'll take up our stand for the youth of our land | | | | | | | |
109 | What is the song the angels sing? | | | | | | | |
110 | There is a golden city | | | | | | | |
111 | Kindest Shepherd, hear us | | | | | | | |
112 | I'm kneeling at the threshold, so weary, faint, and sore | | | | | | | |
113 | The cross, it standeth fast | | | | | | | |
114 | Only believe that thy Father | | | | | | | |
115 | Savior, Jesus! pass not by | | | | | | | |
116 | A most beautiful star burst out one night | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, I am waiting now | | | | | | | |
118 | Whosoever will may truly come | | | | | | | |
119 | We will gladly our sacrifice bring | | | | | | | |
120 | Thou dear Jerusalem on high! | | | | | | | |
121 | More like my Lord to be | | | | | | | |
122 | Hark to the sound of the angelic throng | | | | | | | |
123 | Savior, I follow on, guided by thee | | | | | | | |
124 | They're gathering homeward from ev'ry land | | | | | | | |
125 | Weeping tears! ah, broken heart! | | | | | | | |
126 | Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy at the pearly gates | | | | | | | |
127 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
128 | Oh, if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
129 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
130 | There is never a pathway so barren | | | | | | | |
131 | Here at thy cross, incarnate God | | | | | | | |
132 | Nearer to the land of rest | | | | | | | |
133 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark, the song of angels swelling | | | | | | | |
135 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
136 | Ye servants of God! your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
137 | O God, to thy promise our hearts humbly cling | | | | | | | |
138 | Oh, never be weary, with vigor pursue | | | | | | | |
139 | The day is drawing nearer | | | | | | | |
140 | The Master calls us to the harvest field | | | | | | | |
141 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
142 | Oh, come, we are marching to Zion | | | | | | | |
144 | Beautiful water, oh, give it to me | | | | | | | |
145 | A sweet, blessed story the Bible hath given | | | | | | | |
146 | On the journey of life we are going | | | | | | | |
148 | Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way | | | | | | | |
150 | Bethlehem, revered and lovely | | | | | | | |
155 | Glorious city, home unclouded | | | | | | | |
156a | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
156b | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
156c | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
156d | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
156e | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
156f | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
156g | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
157a | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
157b | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
157c | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
157d | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
157e | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
158 | Working, O Christ, with thee | | | | | | | |