# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
402 | My soul, it is thy God Who calls thee | | | | | | | |
403 | Fear not, O little flock, the foe | | | | | | | |
404 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
405 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
406 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
407 | My soul, weigh not thy life Against thy heavenly | | | | | | | |
408 | Breast the wave Christian | | | | | | | |
409 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
410 | O speed thee, Christian, on thy way | | | | | | | |
411 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
412 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
413 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
414 | Uplift the blood red [gospel] banner | | | | | | | |
415 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
416 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
417 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
418 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
419 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
420 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
421 | Workman [workmen] of God O lose not heart | | | | | | | |
422 | Go, labor on, spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
423 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
424 | Follow the path [paths] of [to] Jesus | | | | | | | |
425 | Brighter still and brighter | | | | | | | |
426 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
427 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
428 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
429 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
430 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
431 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
432 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
433 | Lord, lead the way the [my] [our] Savior went | | | | | | | |
434 | Once on the raging seas I rode | | | | | | | |
435 | While o'er the deep thy servants sail | | | | | | | |
436 | Fierce was the wild billow [billow wild] | | | | | | | |
437 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
438 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
439 | Lo the faith which crossed the ocean | | | | | | | |
440 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
441 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
442 | Sound, sound the truth [news] abroad | | | | | | | |
443 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
444 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
445 | Gird on thy conquering sword | | | | | | | |
446 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
447 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
448 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
449 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
450 | The whole wide world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
451 | Break forth in hymns of gladness | | | | | | | |
452 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
453 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
454 | All thy realms in midnight shrouded | | | | | | | |
455 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
456 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
457 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
458 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
459 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
460 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
461 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
462 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
463 | Give us room that we may dwell | | | | | | | |
464 | O Lord, our God, arise, The cause of truth maintain | | | | | | | |
465 | Awake, the morning cometh | | | | | | | |
466 | Come, Lord, and tarry not, bring the long looked for day | | | | | | | |
467 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
468 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
469 | Always with us, always with us, Words of cheer | | | | | | | |
470 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
471 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
472 | The harvest dawn is near | | | | | | | |
473 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
474 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
475 | O thou whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
476 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
477 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
478 | Great Shepherd of thine Isr'l | | | | | | | |
479 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
480 | O city of the Lord, begin | | | | | | | |
481 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
482 | Hear what God the Lord hath [has] spoken | | | | | | | |
483 | O where are the kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
484 | Far down the ages now | | | | | | | |
485 | O what if we are Christ's, is earthly shame or loss | | | | | | | |
486 | With willing hearts we tread | | | | | | | |
487 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
488 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
489 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
490 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
491 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
492 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
493 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
494 | We long to move and breathe in Thee | | | | | | | |
495 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
496 | A little flock, so calls He thee | | | | | | | |
497 | O sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
498 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
499 | O the sweet wonders of that [the] cross | | | | | | | |
500 | Draw near, O Holy Dove, draw near | | | | | | | |