# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
102 | The unseen land I long to see | | | | | | | |
103 | Hark to the voice of the master above | | | | | | | |
104 | To toil and pray in heathen lands | | | | | | | |
105 | God sets our feet in thorny paths | | | | | | | |
106 | the world above is not like this | | | | | | | |
107 | Beyond the dark river of death | | | | | | | |
108 | What glory is thine, O, thou city of God | | | | | | | |
109 | My Father and my God, O set this [my] spirit free | | | | | | | |
110 | Jesus, lead the way, So we shall not stray | | | | | | | |
111 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
112 | Today let your light shine | | | | | | | |
113 | Jesus is calling me, Come unto me | | | | | | | |
114 | Speak gently to the erring | | | | | | | |
115 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
116 | There's a home far away from this world | | | | | | | |
117 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
119 | There is no little child too small To work for God | | | | | | | |
120 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
121 | Youth is the most accepted time | | | | | | | |
122 | Give yourself to Jesus wholly | | | | | | | |
123 | So dark the way, I can not see | | | | | | | |
124 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
125 | Since thy Father's arm sustains thee, peaceful | | | | | | | |
126 | Beyond life's toils and cares | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus from the courts of glory | | | | | | | |
128 | And who is he that bids unfold | | | | | | | |
130 | The Lord is my Shepherd and I am his lamb | | | | | | | |
131 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
132 | Come to the deep, clear river | | | | | | | |
133 | Short our abiding here | | | | | | | |
134 | They are gone to the land where no sorrows | | | | | | | |
135 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
136 | There's a beautiful home in the kingdom above | | | | | | | |
138 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
140 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
142 | Another week has passed away | | | | | | | |
144 | Go open wide the door, mother | | | | | | | |
145 | Lord, O teach a little child In thy ways | | | | | | | |
146 | Far away in the land of the pure and bright | | | | | | | |
147 | If on a quiet sea | | | | | | | |
148 | In woodland grove we meet today | | | | | | | |
149 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
150 | The sun may warm [raise] the grass to life [light] | | | | | | | |
152 | Bless the Lord, Bless the Lord, O my soul | | | | | | | |
156a | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
156b | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
157 | My Shepherd is the gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
158a | Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
158b | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]