# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
104 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow! | | | | | | | |
105 | Awake! my soul in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
106 | He whose smile reflecting light | SALEM'S MIGHTY KING | | | | | | |
107 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
108 | We plough the fertile meadows | | | | | | | |
109 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
110 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
111 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
112 | Pray brethren pray, The sands are falling | | | | | | | |
113 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
114 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
116 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
117 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
118 | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
119 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
120 | Glory to Thee Who safe hast kept | | | | | | | |
121 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
122 | The Sabbath-day has reached its close | | | | | | | |
123 | Jesus, Thy robe of righteousness | | | | | | | |
124 | New wonders of Thy mighty Hand | | | | | | | |
125 | Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire | | | | | | | |
126 | As now the sun's declining rays | | | | | | | |
127 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
128 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
129 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
130 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
131 | How precious is the Book divine | | | | | | | |
132 | Now that the daylight fills the sky | | | | | | | |
133 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
134 | Thus far the Lord hath lead me on | | | | | | | |
135 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
136 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | [When all Thy mercies, O my God] | | | | | | |
137 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
138 | Now from the altar of my our hearts | | | | | | | |
139 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
140 | Preserv'd by Thine Almighty arm | DAILY DEVOTION AND GENERAL USE | | | | | | |
141 | This holy Book I'd rather own | | | | | | | |
142 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
143 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
144 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
145 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
146 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
147 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
148 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
149 | I love Thy church, O God! | | | | | | | |
150 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
151 | Jesus, I live to Thee | | | | | | | |
152 | Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
153 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
154 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
155 | See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
156 | Begin the day with God | | | | | | | |
157 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
158 | Our day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
159 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
160 | New ev'ry morning is the love | | | | | | | |
161 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
162 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, I am Thine, entirely Thine | | | | | | | |
164 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
165 | Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
166 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
167 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
168 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
169 | Lord, I hear of showers of blessings | | | | | | | |
170 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
171 | Listen to the gentle promptings | | | | | | | |
172 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
173 | Praise the Lord, our great Creator | | | | | | | |
174 | Singing for Jesus, singing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
175 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping I shall be soon | | | | | | | |
176 | Let us look along the vista of two hundred years or more | | | | | | | |
177 | Cling to the mighty One | | | | | | | |
178 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
179 | Who does not love his native land | | | | | | | |
180 | Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill! | [Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill] | | | | | | |
181 | There is a gate that stands ajar | | | | | | | |
182 | I'll not be with you long, mother, I soon must say Good-bye | | | | | | | |
183 | As I wander'd round the homestead | | | | | | | |
184 | O Lord, my Lord, O my good Lord | | | | | | | |
185 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
186 | The way is dark, my Father! | | | | | | | |
187 | The way is dark, my child, but leads to light | | | | | | | |
188 | I remember a voice which once guided my way | | | | | | | |
189 | In dim recesses of thy spirit's chamber | | | | | | | |
190 | Come, strike the highest note with me | | | | | | | |
191 | Up and away like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
192 | A drunkard reach'd his cheerless home | | | | | | | |
193 | Oh, help me sing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
194 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
195 | Let the nations awake to the signs of the times | | | | | | | |
196 | If I were a voice - a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
197 | Leaning on Thee, my Guide, my Friend | | | | | | | |
198 | Let us try to make life pleasant | | | | | | | |
199 | I'm a pilgrim, pilgrim on the road | | | | | | | |
200 | No night shall be in heaven! | | | | | | | |
201 | My wife had left her home to seek | | | | | | | |
202 | One sweelty solemn thought | | | | | | | |
203 | Where the faded flow'r shall freshen | | | | | | | |