# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
96 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
97 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
98 | Do good, do good, there's ever a way | | | | | | | |
99 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
100 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
101 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
102 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
103 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
104 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
104b | I'll rise up early in the morning | | | | | | | |
105 | My heart is fixed, eternal [immortal] God | | | | | | | |
106 | O do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend | | | | | | | |
107 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
108 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
110 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
111 | Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free | | | | | | | |
112 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
112b | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
113 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
114 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, ye sinners, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
116 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
117 | Children hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
118 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
119 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
120 | Come unto me all ye that labor | | | | | | | |
121 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
122 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
123 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
124 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
124b | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
125 | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
125b | Come to Jesus, erring one | | | | | | | |
126 | My country 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
127 | With all my powers | | | | | | | |
128 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
129 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
130 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
131 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
132 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
133 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
134 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
135 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
136 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
136b | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
137 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
138 | Oh! for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
139 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
140 | Triumphant, Christ ascends on high | | | | | | | |
141 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
142 | Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
143 | O will you join our happy band | | | | | | | |
144 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
145 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
145b | Hosannah, Hosannah, Hosannah to the Son of David | | | | | | | |
146 | O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
147 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
148 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
149 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
150 | Lo, the war-cloud is past and the struggle is o'er | | | | | | | |
151 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
152 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
153 | Come ye children, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
154 | Rock of Ages cleft for me | | | | | | | |
155 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
156 | Christians, I am on my journey | | | | | | | |
156b | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
157 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
158 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
159 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
160 | Blest are the poor in spirit | | | | | | | |
161 | We are going, we are going to a home beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
162 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
163 | Let every heart rejoice and sing, Let choral anthems | | | | | | | |
164 | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
165 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
166 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
167 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
168 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
169 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
170 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
171 | Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna Hosanna | | | | | | | |
172 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
173 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
174 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
175 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
176 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
177 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
178 | God of our salvation, Unto thee we pray | | | | | | | |
179 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
180 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
181 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
182 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
183 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
184 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
185 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
186 | Yes, we'll rally round the flag, boys, we'll rally once again | | | | | | | |
187 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
188 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |