# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
200 | An angel from on high | | | | | | | |
201 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
202 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
203 | Lord, when iniquities abound | | | | | | | |
204 | Judges, who rule the world by laws | | | | | | | |
205 | This child we dedicate to Thee | | | | | | | |
206 | Lord, let thy Holy Spirit now | | | | | | | |
207 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
208 | See how the morning sun | | | | | | | |
209 | Waked from my bed of slumber sweet | | | | | | | |
210 | Come, let us sing an evening hymn | | | | | | | |
211 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
212 | Haste glorious day when Christ shall come | | | | | | | |
213 | Great God! to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
214 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray! | | | | | | | |
215 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
216 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
217 | Farewell, our friends and brethren | | | | | | | |
218 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
219 | How often in sweet meditation my mind | | | | | | | |
220 | The gallant ship is under weigh | | | | | | | |
221 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
222 | Farewell, my kind and faithful friend | | | | | | | |
223 | Behold! the harvest wide extends | | | | | | | |
224 | Adieu to the city where long I have wandered | | | | | | | |
225 | Come, thou glorious day of promise | | | | | | | |
226 | Farewell, ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
227 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
228 | To leave my dear friends, and from neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
229 | When time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
230 | An angel came down from the mansions of glory | | | | | | | |
231 | If you could hie to Kolob | | | | | | | |
232 | To Him who reigns on high | | | | | | | |
233 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
234 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
235 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
236 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
237 | How firm a foundation, ye Saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
238 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
239 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
240 | Know this, that every soul is free | | | | | | | |
241 | The great and glorious Gospel light | | | | | | | |
242 | The happy day has rolled on | | | | | | | |
243 | Come, listen to a Prophet's voice | | | | | | | |
244 | The spirit of God like a fire is burning! | | | | | | | |
245 | The sun that declines in the far western sky | | | | | | | |
246 | The towers of Zion soon shall rise | | | | | | | |
247 | There's a feast of fat things for the righteous preparing | | | | | | | |
248 | This earth was once a garden place | | | | | | | |
249 | Though in the outward Church below | | | | | | | |
250 | What fair one is this, from the wilderness trav'ling | | | | | | | |
251 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
252 | When restless on my bed I lie | | | | | | | |
253 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters! | | | | | | | |
254 | The pure testimony poured forth in the Spirit | | | | | | | |
255 | Afflicted Saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
256 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
257 | When Joseph saw his brethren moved | | | | | | | |
258 | Ye wond'ring nations, now give ear | | | | | | | |
259 | I saw a mighty angel fly | | | | | | | |
260 | Go, ye messengers of glory | | | | | | | |
261 | All hail the glorious day | | | | | | | |
262 | The glorious plan which God has given | | | | | | | |
263 | Truth reflects upon our senses | | | | | | | |
264 | Stars of morning, shout for joy | | | | | | | |
265 | Let Judah rejoice in this glorious news | | | | | | | |
266 | When earth in bondage long had lain | | | | | | | |
267 | Ye Gentile nations, cease your strife | | | | | | | |
268 | The solid rocks were rent in twain | | | | | | | |
269 | Oh, who that has searched in the records of old | | | | | | | |
270 | Hark! listen to the gentle breeze | | | | | | | |
271 | Another day has fled and gone | | | | | | | |
272 | How fleet the precious moments roll! | | | | | | | |
273 | Ye chosen Twelve, to you are given | | | | | | | |
274 | Lift up your heads, ye scattered Saints | | | | | | | |
275 | Torn from our friends and captive led | | | | | | | |
276 | This morning in silence I ponder and mourn | | | | | | | |
277 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
278 | Down by the river's verdant side | | | | | | | |
279 | O Zion, when I think of thee | | | | | | | |
280 | Children of Zion, awake from your sadness | | | | | | | |
281 | I have no home, where shall I go? | | | | | | | |
282 | Praise to the man who communed with Jehovah | | | | | | | |
283 | Come to me, will ye come to the Saints that have died | | | | | | | |
284 | The Lord imparted from above | | | | | | | |
285 | Awake, ye Saints of God, awake! | | | | | | | |
286 | The glorious Gospel light has shone | | | | | | | |
287 | Wake, O wake, the world from sleeping! | | | | | | | |
288 | Ho, ho, for the Temple's completed | | | | | | | |
289 | Weep, weep not for me, Zion | | | | | | | |
290 | The Seer, the Seer, Joseph the Seer! | | | | | | | |
291a | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
291b | When worn by sickness, oft hast thou | | | | | | | |
292 | O stop and tell me, Red Man | | | | | | | |
293 | The time is far spent--there is little remaining | | | | | | | |
294 | Ye who are called to labor and minister for God | | | | | | | |
295 | All hail! the new-born year! | | | | | | | |
296 | O, give me back my Prophet dear | | | | | | | |
297 | The God that others worship is not the God for me | | | | | | | |
298 | O thou who hast promised in love to receive | | | | | | | |