# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
201 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
202 | Ho, reapers of Life's Harvest | | | | | | | |
203 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
204 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
205 | Jesus, hail! amid the glory | | | | | | | |
206 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
207 | What works of wisdom, power, and love | | | | | | | |
208 | Faint not, Christian, though the road | | | | | | | |
209 | Hark! hark! hear the blest tidings | | | | | | | |
210 | Behold! what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
211 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
212 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
213 | Time hastens on; ye longing saints | | | | | | | |
214 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
215 | Lonely pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |
216 | Waste not thy being; back to Him | | | | | | | |
217 | Begin the day with God! | | | | | | | |
218 | Sweet it is to know | | | | | | | |
219 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
221 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
222 | Wait, 'twill be morning soon | | | | | | | |
223 | Sister, thou art sweetly sleeping | | | | | | | |
224 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
225 | Sing praise! the tomb is void | | | | | | | |
226 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
227 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
228 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
229 | I saw a weary traveller | | | | | | | |
230 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
231 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
232 | See how the worthless bramble stands | | | | | | | |
233 | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | | | |
234 | Ye who in in former days | | | | | | | |
235 | The summer harvest spreads the field | | | | | | | |
236 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
237 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
238 | Repent! the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
239 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
240 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
241a | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
241b | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
242 | Return, O wanderer, return! | | | | | | | |
243 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
244 | As the serpent, raised by Moses | | | | | | | |
245 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
246 | Unhappy city! had'st thou known | | | | | | | |
247 | Come, ye weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
248 | Come, sinners, attend | | | | | | | |
249 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
250 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
251 | At Jacob's well a stranger sought | | | | | | | |
252 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
253 | Sinner, go, will you go | | | | | | | |
254 | To-day if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
255 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
256 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
257 | Cross of Christ, O sacred tree | | | | | | | |
258 | A sinful man am I | | | | | | | |
259 | Thy thot's are here, my God | | | | | | | |
260 | Oh, to be over yonder, in that bright land of wonder | | | | | | | |
261a | I'm sighing for home, where the King in his glory | | | | | | | |
261b | Thy broken body, gracious Lord! | | | | | | | |
261c | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
261d | Salem's great King, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
262a | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
262b | The loving moon is springing | | | | | | | |
263 | We cannot stay on this campground | | | | | | | |
264a | What if the saint must die | | | | | | | |
264b | Be Thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
264c | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
264d | All glory, while the ages run | | | | | | | |
264e | Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway | | | | | | | |
264f | Let all that wait the Coming King | | | | | | | |
264g | Bread of heaven! on thee we feed | | | | | | | |
265 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
266 | O, what hath Jesus bought for me! | | | | | | | |
267 | Come, ye that love your gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
268 | Awake, thou fair Virgin, Christ comes once again | | | | | | | |
269 | How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun | | | | | | | |
270 | O Lord, my God, give unto me | | | | | | | |