# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
202 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
203 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
204 | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
205 | Sovereign grace! o'er sin abounding | | | | | | | |
206 | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
207 | Rise, my soul, thy God directs thee | | | | | | | |
208 | Stand up! stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
209 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
210 | Much in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
211 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
212 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
213 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
214 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
215 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
216 | O Thou that on the billow | | | | | | | |
217 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
218 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
219 | All unseen the Master walketh | | | | | | | |
220 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
221 | Christian! seek not yet repose | | | | | | | |
222 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
223 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war | | | | | | | |
224 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
225 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
226 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
227 | A safe stronghold our God is still | | | | | | | |
228 | Our blessed bond of union | | | | | | | |
229 | Why should I fear the darkest hour | | | | | | | |
230 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
231 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
232 | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
233 | The Church's one foundation | | | | | | | |
234 | Christ is made the sure foundation | | | | | | | |
235 | Christ is our corner-stone | | | | | | | |
236 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
237 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
238 | Awake, ye saints, awake | | | | | | | |
239 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
240 | Hail, thou bright and sacred morn | | | | | | | |
241 | O day of rest and gladness | | | | | | | |
242 | Lord of the Sabbath! hear us pray | | | | | | | |
243 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
244 | Sweet is the solemn voice that calls | | | | | | | |
245 | Pleasant are Thy courts above | | | | | | | |
246 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
247 | Lo! God is here! let us adore | | | | | | | |
248 | Jesus, where'er Thy people meet | | | | | | | |
249 | Command Thy blessing from above | | | | | | | |
250 | Lord, pour Thy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
251 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
252 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
253 | Jesus, Lord, we humbly pray | | | | | | | |
254 | A little child the Saviour came | | | | | | | |
255 | See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
256 | According to Thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
257 | My God, and is Thy table spread | | | | | | | |
258 | Jesus, to Thy table led | | | | | | | |
259 | Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face | | | | | | | |
260 | O Jesus Christ, the Holy One | | | | | | | |
261 | 'Till He come'--O let the words | | | | | | | |
262 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
263 | Zion's King shall reign victorious | | | | | | | |
264 | O that the Lord's salvation | | | | | | | |
265 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
266 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
267 | Salvation, O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
268 | Hail to the Lord's Annointed! | | | | | | | |
269 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
270 | Thou, whose Almighty word | | | | | | | |
271 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
272 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart | | | | | | | |
273 | Hark! the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
274 | Spread, O spread, thou mighty word | | | | | | | |
275 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
276 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
277 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
278 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
279 | Asleep in Jesus! blessèd sleep | | | | | | | |
280 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
281 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
282 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
283 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
284 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
285 | Great God, what do I see and hear! | | | | | | | |
286 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
287 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
288 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
289 | From Egypt lately come | | | | | | | |
290 | There is a blessèd home | | | | | | | |
291 | Oh, fair the gleams of glory | | | | | | | |
292 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
293 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
294 | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
295 | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
296 | For thee, O dear, dear country! | | | | | | | |
297 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
298 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
299 | O timely happy, timely wise | | | | | | | |
300 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |