# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
71b | Savior! I follow on | | | | | | | |
72 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
73 | If you cannot cross the ocean | | | | | | | |
74a | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
74b | Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
75a | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
75b | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
75c | Our times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
75d | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
75e | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
75f | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
76a | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
76b | We're marching to Canaan with banner and song | | | | | | | |
78 | Welcome, welcome, welcome | | | | | | | |
79 | Ho! my comrades, see the signal | | | | | | | |
80a | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
80b | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
80c | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
80d | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
81a | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep? | | | | | | | |
81b | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
81c | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
81d | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
82 | Let us sing as we journey along | [Let us sing as we journey along] | | | | | | |
83a | My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine | [Let us sing as we journey along] | | | | | | |
83b | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore! | | | | | | | |
84a | See, th' eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
84b | How much owest thou? | | | | | | | |
85 | Only in thee, O Lord, we trust | | | | | | | |
86 | Thro' the valley of the shadow I must go | | | | | | | |
88a | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
88b | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
88c | If, on a quiet sea | | | | | | | |
88d | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
88e | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
89a | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
89b | I would love thee, God and Father! | | | | | | | |
89c | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
90 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
91 | Between me and my Savior | | | | | | | |
92 | "Up with thy hands to Jesus" | | | | | | | |
93 | I'm on my journey up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
94a | Joy to the world,!the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
94b | O my Father! take me, make me | | | | | | | |
95 | More holiness give me | | | | | | | |
96a | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
96b | Fade, fade, each earthly joy! Jesus is mine! | | | | | | | |
97a | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
97b | Stand up! stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
98a | Go bury thy sorrow | | | | | | | |
98b | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
99 | Since thy Father's arm sustains thee | | | | | | | |
100 | Will you meet me at the fountain | | | | | | | |
102 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
103 | The Savior died and by his blood | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark! the alarm, the clang of the bells | | | | | | | |
106a | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
106b | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
107 | Come, brethren, as we march along | | | | | | | |
108a | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
108b | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
108c | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
108d | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
109 | Wherever thine earthly lot may be | | | | | | | |
110 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
111a | I will arise and go to Jesus | | | | | | | |
111b | Far, far away from my loving Father | | | | | | | |
112a | Depth of mercy1 can there be | | | | | | | |
112b | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
112c | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
113a | O my soul, thy Savior see | | | | | | | |
113b | When the sea was madly foaming | | | | | | | |
114 | When my final farewell to the world I have said | | | | | | | |
116 | Our lamps are trimm'd and burning | | | | | | | |
117 | Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill | | | | | | | |
118 | I should like to die, said Willie | | | | | | | |
120 | I am far frae my hame an' I'm weary aftenwhiles | | | | | | | |
121 | Father, I'm tired! the way is rough and thorny, and my feet are torn | | | | | | | |
122 | Sowing the seed by the daylight fair | | | | | | | |
124 | Fading away, like the stars of the morning | | | | | | | |