# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
99 | Star of our hope! He'll soon appear! | | | | | | | |
100 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
101 | Glad tidings! glad tidings! the kingdom is near | | | | | | | |
102 | My hope is in heaven—till Jesus appear | | | | | | | |
103 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
104 | Weary pilgrim, why this sadness | | | | | | | |
105 | That is the city of the saints | | | | | | | |
106 | How oft the morn has cheated us | | | | | | | |
107 | Come, Lord, and tarry not | MERIDEN | | | | | | |
108 | I ask a perfect creed | BONAR'S CHANT | | | | | | |
109 | A few more suns shall set | BRADEN | | | | | | |
110 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | NOEL | | | | | | |
111 | Let me go where saints are going | [Let me go where saints are going] | | | | | | |
112 | I fly to Jesus whose I am | SHELTER | | | | | | |
113 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | ADMIRATION | | | | | | |
114 | Come, take a walk to Calvary | REMEMBER ME | | | | | | |
115 | I feel the breezes as they blow | | | | | | | |
116 | Help me, my God, to speak | CYMBALL | | | | | | |
117 | Lord, give me light to do thy work | | | | | | | |
118 | Spirit of everlasting grace | | | | | | | |
119 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
120 | O, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
121 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
122 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
123 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
124 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
125 | Come and reign—come and reign | | | | | | | |
126 | Now to heaven our prayers ascending | | | | | | | |
127 | Our Father, who in heaven art | | | | | | | |
128 | Mark that pilgrim, lowly bending | | | | | | | |
129 | Speed away, speed away | | | | | | | |
130 | Eternal power! whose high abode | | | | | | | |
131 | When will the happy trump proclaim | | | | | | | |
132 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
133 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
134 | I love thy church, O God! | | | | | | | |
135 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
136 | With willing hearts we tread | | | | | | | |
137 | O, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
138 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
139 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
140 | Praise to him, by whose kind favor | | | | | | | |
141 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
142 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
143 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
144 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
145 | To the name of God on high | | | | | | | |
146 | Praises to Him who built the hills | | | | | | | |
147 | All that I was—my sin, my guilt | | | | | | | |
148 | Nature, with all her powers shall sing | | | | | | | |
149 | Jesus, thou art still my Saviour | | | | | | | |
150 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
151 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
152 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
153 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
154 | Not to ourselves again | | | | | | | |
155 | To have, each day, the thing I wish | | | | | | | |
156 | Thou must deny thyself | | | | | | | |
157 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
158 | To Thee, to Thee alone, Lord, would I hearken | | | | | | | |
159 | Far down the ages now | MORNINGTON | | | | | | |
160 | Only waiting till the dawning | [Only waiting till the dawning] | | | | | | |
161 | I've seen some way-worn travelers | | | | | | | |
162 | One by one, the hopes we cherish'd | [One by one, the hopes we cherish'd] | | | | | | |
163 | We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground | | | | | | | |
164 | Oppress'd with noonday's scorching heat | DEW DROP | | | | | | |
165 | "Are we almost there? are we almost there?" | | | | | | | |
166 | In the midst of temptation, and sorrow, and strife | | | | | | | |
167 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
168 | Hail, sov'reign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
169 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
170 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
171 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
172 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
173 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here | | | | | | | |
174 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
175 | A little flock! so calls He thee | | | | | | | |
176 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
177 | God's hand, that saves, is kind, but rough | | | | | | | |
178 | Thou boundless Source of every good | | | | | | | |
179 | Blest are the merciful, who prove | | | | | | | |
180 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
181 | My Christian friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
182 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
183 | 'Tis thus they press the hand and part | | | | | | | |
184 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | [Brethren, while we sojourn here] | | | | | | |
185 | Be not swift to take offence | [Be not swift to take offence] | | | | | | |
186 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! | | | | | | | |
187 | Watchful, prayerful let us be | WATCH | | | | | | |
188 | List ye patient waiting ones | [List ye patient waiting ones] | | | | | | |
189 | Arouse, ye saints, and sing | PEACE | | | | | | |
190 | Come all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain | [Come all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain] | | | | | | |
191 | Where do you journey, my brother | [Where do you journey, my brother] | | | | | | |
192 | Go labor on, spend and be spent | HOWARD | | | | | | |
193 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
194 | O come, come away! for time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
195 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
196 | The clouds at length are breaking | | | | | | | |
197 | Pilgrim, wake! behold the morning | | | | | | | |
198 | Lift up your heads, desponding pilgrims | | | | | | | |