# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
86a | We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
86b | Marching on! marching on! glad as birds on the wing | | | | | | | |
87 | One place is vacant | | | | | | | |
88a | Music, sweet music from angels above | | | | | | | |
88b | Weary wander o'er the main | | | | | | | |
89 | Once, upon the heaving ocean | | | | | | | |
90 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
91a | Softly she faded, as fades the twilight | | | | | | | |
91b | We come, we come with singing | | | | | | | |
92 | God in the sunshine, and God in the storm | | | | | | | |
93a | Shepherds were tending their pastures by night | | | | | | | |
93b | These many days 'mid storm and rain | | | | | | | |
94 | Sweetly now, and sweetly ever | | | | | | | |
95 | We are all expecting Christmas | | | | | | | |
96 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
97 | There's a bright, unfading crown | | | | | | | |
98 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
99 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
100a | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
100b | In the pastures green of the blessed isles | | | | | | | |
101 | The Sabbath morn, the Sabbath morn | | | | | | | |
102a | Heaven awakes the gentle strain | | | | | | | |
102b | Listen to the roses | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus is our Shepherd | | | | | | | |
104a | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
104b | Joyfully, Joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
105 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
106a | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
106b | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
107 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
108 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
109 | There's a land of peerless beauty | | | | | | | |
110 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
111a | The golden rule, the golden rule | | | | | | | |
111b | Rock of ages cleft for me | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
113 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
114a | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
114b | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
115 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
116 | The children are gath'ring from near and from far | | | | | | | |
117 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
118a | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
118b | The merciful Saviour, so loving and meek | | | | | | | |
119 | Come and be happy, in life's early spring | | | | | | | |
120a | How sweet 'tis to meet with companions so dear | | | | | | | |
120b | Here, we are but straying pilgrims | | | | | | | |
121 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
122 | Flee as a bird to your mountain | | | | | | | |
123 | Stand up!--stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
124 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
125 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
126 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
127 | Little pilgrim, stay and tell us | | | | | | | |
128 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
129a | We're going to a happy home | | | | | | | |
129b | Come, brothers, onward | | | | | | | |
130 | We come this day to praise | | | | | | | |
131 | O we're a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
132 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
133a | There's a rest in the home of the angels | | | | | | | |
133b | Another year has passed away | | | | | | | |
134 | Brothers in the Sabbath School | | | | | | | |
135 | Little schoolmates can you tell | | | | | | | |
136 | There is a beautiful world | | | | | | | |
137 | Our heavenly Father hear us | | | | | | | |
138 | We've listed in a holy war | | | | | | | |
139 | O'er the portals of mercy these words are inscribed | | | | | | | |
140 | Come, come to Jesus! | | | | | | | |
141 | If you can not on the ocean | | | | | | | |
142 | I will sing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
143 | Why should we covet the joy of a day | | | | | | | |
144 | There is beauty all around | | | | | | | |
145 | I always go to Jesus | | | | | | | |
146 | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
147a | The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want | | | | | | | |
147b | Holy angels in their flight | | | | | | | |
148 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
149 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
150 | If I were an angel, with a bright and starry crown | | | | | | | |
151 | Come from the hilltop, the vale, and the glen | | | | | | | |
152 | O God, my heart is faint and weak | | | | | | | |
153 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
154 | O say, can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
155a | 'Tis sweet to think, as night comes on | | | | | | | |
155b | I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul | | | | | | | |
156 | Jesus, I come to thee, a wand'rer, a wand'rer | | | | | | | |
157 | There's a quiet valley | | | | | | | |
158 | O Eden land, thou land of bloom | | | | | | | |
159 | I love the name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
160 | We are marching on with shield and banner | | | | | | | |
161 | Jesus, dear, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
162 | I will come to Jesus right away, right away | | | | | | | |
163 | Jesus lead me, Jesus guide me | | | | | | | |
164 | Sweet the Sabbath morning, calm and bright returning | | | | | | | |
165 | Blessed Redeemer, how precious thou art | | | | | | | |
166 | Jesus, the water of life will give | | | | | | | |
168 | We must never grow weary, doing well, doing well | | | | | | | |
169 | The beauteous stars that shine | | | | | | | |
170 | Away! away! not a moment to linger | | | | | | | |