# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
130d | What glory gilds the sacred page! | | | | | | | |
131a | O Lord, when billows o'er me rise | | | | | | | |
131b | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
131c | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
131d | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
132a | Come sinner! at our Lord's command | | | | | | | |
132b | "'Tis finished!"--so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
132c | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
132d | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
133a | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
133b | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
133c | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
133d | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
134a | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
134b | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
134c | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
134d | Like Israel, Lord, am I | | | | | | | |
135a | O, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
135b | Did Christ o'er sinners weap? | | | | | | | |
135c | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
135d | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
136a | "No one on earth now cares for me!" | | | | | | | |
136b | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
136c | Jesus demands this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
137a | All kinds of beasts, and birds, and whales | | | | | | | |
137b | Lord, with a grieved and aching heart | | | | | | | |
137c | God of my life, through all my days | | | | | | | |
137d | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
138a | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
138b | Our God we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
138c | 'Twas when the seas with horrid roar | | | | | | | |
138d | And is thy lovely shadow fled? | | | | | | | |
139a | Change comes with ruthless hand to mar | | | | | | | |
139b | Father, 'tis right, I clasped the child | | | | | | | |
139c | And wilt thou stoop, great God! so low | | | | | | | |
139d | O Thou! the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
140a | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
140b | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
140c | O thou, my soul, forget no more | | | | | | | |
140d | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
141a | Remember thee, redeeming Lord! | | | | | | | |
141b | My Father's house on high! | | | | | | | |
141c | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
141d | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
142 | I am the resurrection and the life | | | | | | | |
143a | The purple gems forever burn | | | | | | | |
143b | Sleep on! sleep on! above thy corse | | | | | | | |
143c | Down to unfathomed depths | | | | | | | |
144a | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
144b | Not yet! the flowers are in my path | | | | | | | |
144c | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
145a | While others on the happy shore | | | | | | | |
145b | God of the Mariner | | | | | | | |
145c | I heard a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
146a | Sweet land of song, thy harp doth hang | | | | | | | |
146b | It was a fearful night! | | | | | | | |
147 | The noble ship glides swiftly o'er | | | | | | | |
148 | Bear, O bear the blessed gospel | | | | | | | |
149 | Sailing on the boisterous ocean | | | | | | | |
150 | When our Fathers long ago | | | | | | | |
151 | When the breezes gaily blow | | | | | | | |
152 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
154 | Full flowed Bethesda's mantling pool | | | | | | | |
155 | O'er raging waves, thou mighty God | | | | | | | |
156 | Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us | | | | | | | |
157 | I have sailed on the raging main | | | | | | | |
158 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
160 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
161 | When launched upon the briny tide | | | | | | | |
162 | O'er the waters gliding | | | | | | | |
163 | Our God hath been our faithful friend | | | | | | | |
164 | Oh! Pilot, 'tis a fearful night | | | | | | | |
166 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
167 | God of the land and rolling flood | | | | | | | |
168 | Behold that humble, trusting band | | | | | | | |
170 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promis'd time is coming | | | | | | | |
172 | A cheering ray of hope has gleamed | | | | | | | |
174 | Saints of the living God awake! | | | | | | | |
176 | I'd sooner taste the Upas wave | | | | | | | |