# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | They are going, only going | | | | | | | |
201 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
202 | A soldier's course, from battles won | | | | | | | |
203 | "Soon, soon, and for ever!" Such promise our trust | | | | | | | |
204 | Haste, my dull soul, arise | | | | | | | |
205.I | Oh Mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
205.II | Jerusalem! Jerusalem! God grant that I may see | | | | | | | |
205.III | Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
205.IV | Jerusalem, thrice happy seat! | | | | | | | |
206 | Oh home of fadeless splendor! | | | | | | | |
207 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
208 | Depth of mercy, can there be | | | | | | | |
209 | A sinful man am I | | | | | | | |
210 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
211 | O soul of Jesus! sick to death! | | | | | | | |
212 | My God! my God! and can it be | | | | | | | |
213 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | | | |
214 | O Lord, turn not thy face from me | | | | | | | |
215 | Just as thou art, without one trace | | | | | | | |
216 | Come, oh come, thou King of glory | | | | | | | |
217 | Great God, when I approach thy throne | | | | | | | |
218 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
219 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
220 | Soar we now where Christ has led | | | | | | | |
221 | O, happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
222 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
223 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
224 | Of all the gifts thy love bestows | | | | | | | |
225 | Faith is a very simple thing | | | | | | | |
226 | O gift of gifts! O grace of faith! | | | | | | | |
227 | Just as Thou art--how wondrous fair | | | | | | | |
228 | With Christ we died to sin | | | | | | | |
229 | Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding | | | | | | | |
230 | O happy day! when first we felt | | | | | | | |
231 | My tongue shall spread the Saviour's fame | | | | | | | |
232 | All that I was,--my sin, my guilt | | | | | | | |
233 | Complete in thee, no work of mine | | | | | | | |
234 | Can it be right for me to go | | | | | | | |
235 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
236 | Lord, I believe; thy power I own | | | | | | | |
237 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
238 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
239 | He liveth long who liveth well! | | | | | | | |
240 | Our life seems like an idle play | | | | | | | |
241 | Let all who name his blessèd name | | | | | | | |
242 | Lord, give me light to do thy work | | | | | | | |
243 | Loud was the wind, and wild the tide | | | | | | | |
244 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
245 | As pants the hart for cooling stream | | | | | | | |
246 | I need thee, precious Jesus | | | | | | | |
247 | Jesus, thou art my righteousness | | | | | | | |
248 | Oppress'd with noonday's scorching heat | | | | | | | |
249 | I hear the words of love | | | | | | | |
250 | "Who touched me?" dost thou ask | | | | | | | |
251 | Not what these hands have done | | | | | | | |
252 | When Syria's leprous chief | | | | | | | |
253 | Hark! 'tis the Saviour's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
254 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it sounds! | | | | | | | |
255 | He speaks! The gracious words I hear | | | | | | | |
256 | Nothing, either great or small | | | | | | | |
257 | I've cast my deadly doing down | | | | | | | |
258 | He gave me back the bond | | | | | | | |
259 | I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! | | | | | | | |
260 | The sinner who, by precious faith | | | | | | | |
261 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
262 | The highest and the holiest place | | | | | | | |
263 | The first sad hours of shame | | | | | | | |
264 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
265 | Guard well thy lips; none, none can know | | | | | | | |
266 | Angry words are lightly spoken | | | | | | | |
267 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
268 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
269 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
270 | In glory bright the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
271 | Attend, O Lord, my daily toil | | | | | | | |
272 | At even e're the sun was set | | | | | | | |
273 | Eternal Father, strong to save | | | | | | | |
274 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
275 | Fill thou my life, O Lord, my God | | | | | | | |
276 | O mean may seem this house of clay | | | | | | | |
277 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
278 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
279 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | | | |
280 | Lie down, frail body, here | | | | | | | |
281 | A few more suns shall set | | | | | | | |
282 | Shine on, sweet sun, and let my day | | | | | | | |
283 | Shall this life of mine be wasted? | | | | | | | |
284 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
285 | O streams of earthly love and joy | | | | | | | |
286 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
287 | Wrapp'd in a Christless shroud | | | | | | | |
288 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
289 | Oh, turn ye! oh, turn ye! | | | | | | | |
290 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
291 | We speak of the mercy of God | | | | | | | |
292 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
293 | We leave now behind us | | | | | | | |
294 | Oh! do not let the word depart | | | | | | | |
295 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
296 | "Mercy, O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |