# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
91 | Brother, hast thou wander'd far | | | | | | | |
92 | I am so happy all day long | | | | | | | |
93 | Now condescend, Almighty King | | | | | | | |
94 | Thro' the world we're marching on | | | | | | | |
95 | Mansions are prepared above | | | | | | | |
96 | Marching on! marching on! glad as birds on the wing | | | | | | | |
97 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
98a | We are bound for the land of promise | | | | | | | |
98b | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
99 | I've cast my "doing" down | | | | | | | |
100a | O, if my soul is saved from death | | | | | | | |
100b | We're trav'ling home to heav'n above | | | | | | | |
101 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
102a | Go to thy rest in peace | | | | | | | |
102b | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
103a | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
103b | All hail! the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
104 | Jerusalem, forever bright | | | | | | | |
105 | He leadeth me! O, blessed thought | | | | | | | |
106 | The night will cast no shadow | | | | | | | |
107 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
108 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
109 | Jesus is our Pilot | | | | | | | |
110 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
111 | Never lose the golden rule | | | | | | | |
112 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
113 | Thine, Lord, forever, Purchas'd by blood divine | | | | | | | |
114a | Hark, the lilies whisper Tenderly and low | | | | | | | |
114b | Jesus, to thy dear arms I flee | | | | | | | |
115a | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
115b | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
116 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
117 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
118 | I am in the army, a soldier of the Lord | | | | | | | |
119a | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
119b | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
120 | How sweetly the voice of the Saviour is calling | | | | | | | |
121 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
122 | Once more our youthful throng | | | | | | | |
123 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | WATCHMAN, TELL ME | | | | | | |
124 | Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
125 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
126 | We've joined the glorious Army | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]