# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
102 | Silent night, hallowed night | | | | | | | |
103 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
104 | Welcome the light of the glad Christmas morn! | | | | | | | |
105 | From that faroff heaven | | | | | | | |
106 | How sweet was the song of the angels of light | | | | | | | |
107 | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
108 | While the silent stars are keeping | | | | | | | |
109 | Jesus came, Jesus came | | | | | | | |
110 | Hark! the herald angels singing | | | | | | | |
111 | Thro' the golden gate of light | | | | | | | |
112 | Christ the Lord is risen today | | | | | | | |
113 | The day of Resurrection! Earth tell it out abroad! | | | | | | | |
114 | O brothers, how the years roll on | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
116 | Across the deep stream is the bright land of glory | | | | | | | |
117 | No night in the better land | | | | | | | |
118 | When in death's embrace I languish | | | | | | | |
119 | Life's journey is to some most dark | | | | | | | |
120 | Ye ransomed ones in glory | | | | | | | |
121 | There is a blessed country | | | | | | | |
122 | Bathed in unfallen sunlight | | | | | | | |
123 | I am waiting for the dawning | | | | | | | |
124 | There's a better land than this | | | | | | | |
125 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
126 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
127 | Thou mansion bright, thou home of light | | | | | | | |
128 | I've a home in the beautiful land | | | | | | | |
129 | There is joy in the beautiful land | | | | | | | |
130 | Jerusalem the golden! | | | | | | | |
131 | Sweetly she sleeps with the pious dead | | | | | | | |
132 | Shall we know each other | | | | | | | |
133 | As the flowers that grace the wildwood | | | | | | | |
134 | Oh, for the robes of whiteness! | | | | | | | |
135 | O'er the hills the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
136 | I have a home not made with hands | | | | | | | |
137 | When mysterious whispers are floating about | | | | | | | |
138 | Oh, to be over yonder | | | | | | | |
139 | There's a beautiful river above | | | | | | | |
140 | Jesus welcomes, when they've crossed the river | | | | | | | |
141 | To the land beyond the river | | | | | | | |
142 | The birthday of the Sabbath-school | | | | | | | |
143 | There's a fairer world than this | | | | | | | |
144 | We've listed in a holy war | | | | | | | |
145 | There is a word of sadness | | | | | | | |
146 | Ye troubled sighs, ye flowing tears | | | | | | | |
147 | Sweet is the light of the summer morn | | | | | | | |
148 | Arise and speed the cause of truth | | | | | | | |
149 | The sweet birds are singing | | | | | | | |
150 | Lo, wide o'er the earth hangs the mantle of darkness | | | | | | | |
151 | The deadly cup while others drink | | | | | | | |
152 | We'll not in folly spend our youth | | | | | | | |
153 | Praise ye the Lord, O ye pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
154 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
155 | 'Tis sweet in our childhood to choose the good part | | | | | | | |
156 | Father, I own thy voice | | | | | | | |
157 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
158 | The last fond look is taken | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]