# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a903 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
a904 | My spirit longeth for Thee | | | | | | | |
a905 | O deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
a906 | O Zion! when I think on Thee | | | | | | | |
a907 | Head of the church triumphant | | | | | | | |
a908 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
a909 | Jesus, immortal King! arise | | | | | | | |
a910 | Alas, the utter emptiness! | | | | | | | |
a911 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
a912 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
a913 | O where are kings and empires now | | | | | | | |
a914 | There is a little lonely fold | | | | | | | |
a915 | A mother may forgetful be | | | | | | | |
a916 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
a917 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
a918 | Lord, may the spirit of this feast | | | | | | | |
a919 | Many centuries have fled | | | | | | | |
a920 | On the night of that last supper | | | | | | | |
a921 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
a922 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
a923 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to Thee | | | | | | | |
a924 | This child we dedicate to Thee | | | | | | | |
a925 | Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
a926 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
a927 | O say not, think not, heavenly notes | | | | | | | |
a928 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
a929 | Dear Saviour, we are thine | | | | | | | |
a930 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
a931 | My Father bids me come | | | | | | | |
a932 | And Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not to come unto me | | | | | | | |
a933 | To Him who children blest | | | | | | | |
a934 | Little travelers, Zionward | | | | | | | |
a935 | O, bow thine ear, Eternal One! | | | | | | | |
a936 | Where ancient forests widely spread | | | | | | | |
a937 | When here, O Lord, we seek Thy face | | | | | | | |
a938 | The perfect world, by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
a939 | We bid thee welcome in the name | | | | | | | |
a940 | O Thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
a941 | The Saviour said, Yet one thing more | | | | | | | |
a942 | Angels, where'er we go, attend | | | | | | | |
a943 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
a944 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
a945 | Ye Christian heroes, go, proclaim | | | | | | | |
a946 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
a947 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
a948 | Arm of the Lord! awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
a949 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
a950 | Hark, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
a951 | From day to day, before our eyes | | | | | | | |
a952 | Arise! arise! with joy survey | | | | | | | |
a953 | Go--messenger of peace and love! | | | | | | | |
a954 | Marked as the purpose of the skies | | | | | | | |
a955 | Exert Thy power, Thy rights maintain | | | | | | | |
a956 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
a957 | Great God, whom heaven, and earth, and sea | | | | | | | |
a958 | O God, beneath Thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
a959 | "Let there be light," thus spake the Word | | | | | | | |
a960 | Depart awhile, each thought of care | | | | | | | |
a961 | Great God, whose universal sway | | | | | | | |
a962 | "Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
a963 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
a964 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
a965 | O, City of the Lord! begin | | | | | | | |
a966 | Spirit of power and might, behold | | | | | | | |
a967 | The mighty angel, to whose hand | | | | | | | |
a968 | Lord! send thy servants forth | | | | | | | |
a969 | Thy way is in the deep, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
a970 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
a971 | Oppression shall not always reign | | | | | | | |
a972 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
a973 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
a974 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
a975 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
a976 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
a977 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
a978 | Lord! Thou didst arise and say | | | | | | | |
a979 | Sons of men, behold from far | | | | | | | |
a980 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
a981 | O ye immortal throng | WATTS | | | | | | |
a982 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | | | |
a983 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
a984 | Yes--my native land! I love thee | | | | | | | |
a985 | Onward, onward, men of heaven! | | | | | | | |
a986 | Christian! see! the orient morning | | | | | | | |
a987 | Hark! the sounds of joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
a988 | On the mountain' top appearing | | | | | | | |
a989 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
a990 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
a991 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
a992 | Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous | | | | | | | |
a993 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
a994 | Hark! what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
a995 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
a996 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
a997 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
a998 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
a999 | Wretched, helpless, and distress'd | | | | | | | |
a1000 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
a1001 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
a1002 | Now, host with host assembling | | | | | | | |