# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
118 | "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
118b | Saviour, source of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
119 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
119b | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
120 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing! | | | | | | | |
120b | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
121 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
121b | Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee | | | | | | | |
122 | Hail! thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
122b | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
123 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
124 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
124b | O thou Sun of glorious splendor | | | | | | | |
125 | God is love: his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
125b | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
126 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
126b | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
127 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
128 | Hast thou, midst life's empty noises | | | | | | | |
129 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
129b | Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
130 | O Father Almighty, to thee be address'd | | | | | | | |
130b | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
131 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner! | | | | | | | |
132 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
132b | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
133 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
134 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
134b | Ere I sleep, for ev'ry favor | | | | | | | |
135 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish | | | | | | | |
136 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
136b | Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
137 | How sweet to reflect on the joys that await me | | | | | | | |
138 | The voice of free grace cries | | | | | | | |
139 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
139b | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
140 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
141 | Help me to praise thy name | | | | | | | |
141b | Bread of the world, in mercy broken! | | | | | | | |
141c | Hark! those happy voices, saying | | | | | | | |
142 | Out on an ocean all-boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
143 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
143b | Jesus lives, and so shall I | | | | | | | |
144 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
145 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
146 | No night shall be in heaven! no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
147 | God of evening and of morning | | | | | | | |
147b | Lord of mercy and of might | | | | | | | |
148 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
148b | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
150 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
151 | Far, far o'er hill and dell | | | | | | | |
152 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
153 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour | | | | | | | |
153b | We're travelling home to heav'n above | | | | | | | |
154 | Oh, had I wings like a dove | | | | | | | |
155 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
155b | Sinner, come, 'Mid thy gloom | | | | | | | |
156 | The Lord is my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
156b | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
156c | I will arise, and go unto my Father | | | | | | | |
157 | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
157b | Glory be to the Father, and to the Son | | | | | | | |