# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
103 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
104 | Jesus, Lord, we look to Thee | | | | | | | |
105 | Shepherd, show us how to go | | | | | | | |
106 | What time the ev'ning shadows fall | | | | | | | |
107 | Faithful Shepherd, feed me | FAITHFUL SHEPHERD | | | | | | |
108 | O grant, dear Lord, this prayer to me | | | | | | | |
109 | Teach us Thy way, O God | | | | | | | |
110 | Help us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear | | | | | | | |
111 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
112 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
113 | Go forth, ye heralds, in My name | | | | | | | |
114 | “Is this a day for me?” | | | | | | | |
115 | When the blind suppliant in the way | | | | | | | |
116 | O he, whom Jesus lov'd has truly spoken | | | | | | | |
117 | Beneath the thick but breaking cloud | | | | | | | |
118 | Thou to Whom the sick and dying | | | | | | | |
119 | Go labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
120 | O Tender One, O Mighty One | | | | | | | |
121 | "Mercy, O Thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
122 | Around Bethesda's healing bower | | | | | | | |
123 | Thy power, O Lord, in days of old | | | | | | | |
124 | Go to the pillow of disease | | | | | | | |
125 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
126 | How happy is he born or taught | | | | | | | |
127 | Thy kingdom here, Lord, can it be? | | | | | | | |
128 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
129 | Beautiful thoughts, our angels bright | | | | | | | |
130 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
131 | Father, hast Thou not a message | | | | | | | |
132 | Go forward, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
133 | We bless Thee for Thy peace, O God | | | | | | | |
134 | Teach me on Thee to wait | | | | | | | |
135 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
136 | "Forbid them not," said the Master | | | | | | | |
137 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
138 | Holy brethren, called and chosen | | | | | | | |
139 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
140 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
141 | I shall awake, however dread the shadows | | | | | | | |
142 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
143 | He liveth long who liveth well | | | | | | | |
144 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
145 | Tell me not in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
146 | In the still air the music lies unheard! | | | | | | | |
147 | 'Mid pleasures and palaces, though we may roam | | | | | | | |
148 | Sing them over again to me | | | | | | | |
149 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
150 | My heart is full of whispered song | | | | | | | |
151 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
152 | Partners of a glorious hope! | | | | | | | |
153 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
154 | Come to the land of peace | | | | | | | |
155 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
156 | Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
157 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
158 | Fierce raged the tempest o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
159 | We wait in faith, in prayer we wait | | | | | | | |
160 | Oh, sometime gleams upon our sight | | | | | | | |
161 | Abide not in the realm of dreams | | | | | | | |
162 | Oh, backward looking son of time | | | | | | | |
163 | The harp at Nature's advent strung | | | | | | | |
164 | When gath'ring clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
165 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
166 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
167 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
168 | "Christian! seek not yet repose" | | | | | | | |
169 | Pray, without ceasing pray | | | | | | | |
170 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
171 | Holy Spirit, Source of gladness | | | | | | | |
172 | I left the God of truth and light | | | | | | | |
173 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
174 | Now when from matter I would turn | | | | | | | |
175 | My soul with patience waits | | | | | | | |
176 | He leadeth me! O blessed thought! | | | | | | | |
177 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
178 | We the weak ones, we the sinners | | | | | | | |
179 | "Let there be light," thus spake the Word | | | | | | | |
180 | Still must I climb, if I would rest | | | | | | | |
181 | Oh, still in accents sweet and strong | | | | | | | |
182 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
183 | Ye know God but as Lord | | | | | | | |
184 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
185 | Thro' earth's vapors dimly seeing | | | | | | | |
186 | Green pastures and clear streams | | | | | | | |
187 | Now is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
188 | Beneath the shadow of the cross | | | | | | | |
189 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
190 | In some way or other The Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
191 | Slowly o'er the sleeping world | | | | | | | |
192 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish | | | | | | | |
193 | Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining | | | | | | | |
194 | Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
195 | Out of the distance, and darkness so deep | | | | | | | |
196 | Between two seas we stand | | | | | | | |
197 | Peace be to this congregation | | | | | | | |
198 | O Life that maketh all things new | | | | | | | |
199 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
200 | I thank Thee, O God, for the glorious light | | | | | | | |
201 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
202 | Breaking thro' the clouds of darkness | | | | | | | |