# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d2 | America, America, To heathen eyes so fair | | | | | | | |
d3 | Awake and sing his glory | | | | | | | |
d4 | Blest Comforter divine, let [whose] rays | | | | | | | |
d5 | Christ our Savior bids us go | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d7 | Coming to thee in life's morning hours | | | | | | | |
d8 | Crown him with many crowns [thorns] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Death, rejoicing o'er his prey | | | | | | | |
d10 | I had heard them tell the story | | | | | | | |
d11 | I wandered once in sin's dark night | | | | | | | |
d12 | Jesus still lead on | | | | | | | |
d13 | Let us exalt the name of Christ | | | | | | | |
d14 | Like a fountain in the desert | | | | | | | |
d15 | Loving Savior, grant thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d16 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d17 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
d18 | O Lord, our Lord, how excellent Thy name | | | | | | | |
d19 | Praise the Lord, for he is wonderful | | | | | | | |
d20 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d21 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d22 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d23 | The cry to arms is heard | | | | | | | |
d24 | The field is great, the grain is white | | | | | | | |
d25 | The Lord is my Light, no fear shall I know | | | | | | | |
d26 | The Sabbath day has reached its close | | | | | | | |
d27 | Thou art the King of Isr'l, Thou David's royal Son | | | | | | | |
d28 | We march, we march to victory | | | | | | | |
d29 | We rally round our Savior's banner | | | | | | | |
d30 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d31 | When the shadows gather dark | | | | | | | |
d32 | When we bend neath some great | | | | | | | |
d33 | You speak of the good you intend to do | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]