# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
109 | Ever faithful, ever true | | | | | | | |
110 | Oh, we love to sing of heaven | | | | | | | |
111 | Awaking from sweet slumber | | | | | | | |
112 | Have you heard the tradition of beauty | | | | | | | |
113 | Oh, let me sing the blessed song | | | | | | | |
115 | The sleighbells jingle in their glee | | | | | | | |
116 | A happy New Year for the children | | | | | | | |
117 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
118 | There's a crown in the land where sorrows cease | | | | | | | |
119 | Bright dawns the morning of Christmas day! | | | | | | | |
121 | We bring our fragrant off'rings | | | | | | | |
122 | Come, children, will you come with me | | | | | | | |
123 | Oh, do not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
124 | If we only sought to brighten | | | | | | | |
125 | We're journeying on, as long ago | | | | | | | |
126 | The children now are gath'ring | | | | | | | |
127 | In the morning sow thy seed | | | | | | | |
128 | Heavy is the burden of sin that I bear | | | | | | | |
129 | We hear thy laws, and we would fain obey | | | | | | | |
130 | "I am sweeping through the gates" | | | | | | | |
131 | We are a happy pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
132 | There's a beautiful, beautiful Eden above | | | | | | | |
134 | Jesus says we all must love him | | | | | | | |
136 | Little Minnie, o'er the river, is at home | | | | | | | |
140 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
141 | No time to pray! Oh, who so fraught with earthly care | | | | | | | |
142a | Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
142b | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
143 | There is a reaper, whose name is Death | | | | | | | |
144a | The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God | | | | | | | |
144b | Glory be to the Father, and to the Son | | | | | | | |
145 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
146 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
147 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
148a | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
148b | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
149 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
150a | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
150b | Come, thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
151 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
152 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
153 | Sweet hour of pray'r! sweet hour of pray'r! | | | | | | | |
154a | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
154b | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
155a | Oh, happy day, that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
155b | Sweet is the work, my God and King | | | | | | | |
156 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
157 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
158a | Our labors are over, and we must be gone | | | | | | | |
158b | 'Mid scenes of confusion, and creature complaint | | | | | | | |
159a | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
159b | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
159c | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
159d | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |