# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
102 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
103 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
104 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
105 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
106 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
107a | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
107b | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
108 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
109 | Today if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
110 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
111a | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
111b | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
112 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
113 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
114a | How I long to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
114b | There is a name the prophets knew | | | | | | | |
115 | Little modest violet blue | | | | | | | |
116a | When torn is the bosom with sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
116b | Merry, merry chiming bells | | | | | | | |
117 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
118 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
119a | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
119b | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
120 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
121a | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
121b | I was glad when they said unto me | | | | | | | |
122 | Hark! hark! the battle cry is sounding o'er the hill | | | | | | | |
123 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
124 | By faith I view my Saviour bleeding | | | | | | | |
125a | Lord, at thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
125b | Jesus, I long for thee | | | | | | | |
126 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
127 | To do to others as I would | | | | | | | |
128a | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
128b | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
129 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
130 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
135a | Where many a friend is gathered safe | | | | | | | |
135b | Sweet land of rest! for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
136a | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
136b | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
137 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
138a | Return, O wand'rer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
138b | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
139 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
140a | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
140b | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]