# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | City of God, how broad and far | | | | | | | |
302 | O where are kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
303 | Christ is our corner stone | | | | | | | |
304 | Father of mercies, bow Thine ear | | | | | | | |
305 | Lord of the living harvest | | | | | | | |
306 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
307 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying | | | | | | | |
308 | Call them in, the poor, the wretched | | | | | | | |
309 | The work is Thine, O Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
310 | Saints of God, the dawn is bright'ning | | | | | | | |
311 | Look from the sphere of endless day | | | | | | | |
312 | Go, labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
313 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
314 | If you cannot on the ocean | | | | | | | |
315 | Who is thy neighbor? | | | | | | | |
316 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
317 | Let us, brothers, let us gladly | | | | | | | |
318 | Now to heav'n our prayer ascending | | | | | | | |
319 | Come, let us join with faithful souls | | | | | | | |
320 | Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
321 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |
322 | In Thy service, Lord of mercy | | | | | | | |
323 | O brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother | | | | | | | |
324 | Love thyself last. Look near; behold thy duty | | | | | | | |
325 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
326 | Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass | | | | | | | |
327 | And is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
328 | Uprouse you! Soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
329 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
330 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
331 | O Christ, our true and only Light | | | | | | | |
332 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
333 | O Zion, haste, thy mission high fulfilling | | | | | | | |
334 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
335 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
336 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake | | | | | | | |
337 | Coming, coming, yes, they are | | | | | | | |
338 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
339 | Thy kingdom come, O God! | | | | | | | |
340 | Saviour, who Thy life didst give | | | | | | | |
341 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
342 | Thro' the night of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
343 | My life is but a pilgrimage | | | | | | | |
344 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
345 | A pilgrim and a stranger | | | | | | | |
346 | Tho' home be dear and life be sweet | | | | | | | |
347 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
348 | The Homeland! O the Homeland! | | | | | | | |
349 | Heavenward, heavenward | | | | | | | |
350 | Heav'nward still our pathway tends | | | | | | | |
351 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
352 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
353 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
354 | Hush! Blessed are the dead | | | | | | | |
355 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
356 | Sleep thy last sleep | | | | | | | |
357 | Now the lab'rer's task is o'er | | | | | | | |
358 | Who knows how near my end may be? | | | | | | | |
359 | Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled | | | | | | | |
360 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
361 | O city fair, Jerusalem on high | | | | | | | |
362 | Hark, hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
363 | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |
364 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
365 | Who are these, like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
366 | O mother dear, Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
367 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
368 | Upward Where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
369 | O Paradise, O Paradise | | | | | | | |
370 | Soon, soon and forever our union shall surely | | | | | | | |
371 | To God's Paradise of glory | | | | | | | |
372 | Thou shalt rise! My dust, thou shalt arise! | | | | | | | |
373 | Lift me higher, lift me higher | | | | | | | |
374 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
375 | God, who madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
376 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
377 | Ev'ry morning mercies new | | | | | | | |
378 | Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go | | | | | | | |
379 | Day-spring of Eternity | | | | | | | |
380 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
381 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
382 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
383 | Saviour, now the day is ending | | | | | | | |
384 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
385 | As fades the daylight splendor | | | | | | | |
386 | Now the day is over | | | | | | | |
387 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
388 | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
389 | Now the light has gone away | | | | | | | |
390 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
391 | God that madest earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
392 | The glory of the spring how sweet | | | | | | | |
393 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
394 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
395 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
396 | We plow the fields, and scatter | | | | | | | |
397 | 'Tis winter now; the fallen snow | | | | | | | |
398 | Thou who roll'st the year around | | | | | | | |
399 | Across the sky the shades of night | | | | | | | |
400 | For Thy mercy and Thy grace | | | | | | | |