# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
398 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
399 | He leadeth me, O blessed tho't | | | | | | | |
400 | Toss'd upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
401 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
402 | We sing of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
403 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
404 | Can my soul find rest from sorrow | | | | | | | |
405 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
406 | Listen! the Master beseecheth | | | | | | | |
407 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |
408 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
409 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
410 | O thou, our Saviour, Brother, Friend | | | | | | | |
411 | My hope, my all, my Saviour thou | | | | | | | |
412 | O thou who comest from above | | | | | | | |
413 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
414 | Lord, when we bend before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
415 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
416 | Lord dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
417 | Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
418 | God bless our Sunday School | | | | | | | |
419 | God who gave us each a talent | | | | | | | |
420 | In the furrows of thy life, Scatter seed! | THE GOLDEN STORE | | | | | | |
421 | When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus | | | | | | | |
422 | In the early springtime | [In the early springtime] | | | | | | |
423 | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |
424 | Jesus bids us shine | | | | | | | |
425 | Bright home of our Saviour, what glories await | | | | | | | |
426 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
427 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
428 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
429 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
430 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
431 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
432 | Jesus my All, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
433 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
434 | Go, labor on; spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
435 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said | | | | | | | |
436 | Fight the good fight with all thy might | | | | | | | |
437 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
438 | If you cannot on the ocean | YOUR MISSION | | | | | | |
439 | And is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
440 | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
441a | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
441b | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
442 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
443 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
444 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
445 | Our country, unrivaled in beauty | | | | | | | |
446 | I've roamed over mountain | | | | | | | |
447 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
448 | Eternal Father, strong to save | | | | | | | |
449 | Almighty Father, hear our cry | | | | | | | |
450 | Come, ye thankful people come | | | | | | | |
451 | Cast thy bread upon the waters | | | | | | | |
452 | In dim recesses of thy spirit's chamber | | | | | | | |
453 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
454 | Holy Ghost, with light divine | | | | | | | |
455 | I glorify thee, O my Father in heav'n | | | | | | | |
456 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
457 | Thou who roll'st the year around | | | | | | | |
458 | Life is but a fleeting dream | LIFE IS BUT A FLEETING DREAM | | | | | | |
459 | Singing the gospel of Jesus | | | | | | | |
460 | I want to see the shining angels | | | | | | | |
461 | And may I still get there? | | | | | | | |
462 | O happy, happy place | | | | | | | |
463 | Lord, teach us to number the days of our lifetime | | | | | | | |
464 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
465 | I know not if he comes at eve | | | | | | | |
466 | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
467 | I have fought the good fight | | | | | | | |
468 | Far from home, yes, far from home | | | | | | | |
469 | Courage, brother, do not stumble | | | | | | | |
470 | Now to heav'n our pray'rs ascending | | | | | | | |
471 | Ho, reapers of Life's Harvest | | | | | | | |
472 | Let temp'rance and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
473 | Brother, you may work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
474 | Yield not to temptation | | | | | | | |
475 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
476 | Out of the deep I call | | | | | | | |
477 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
478 | Come join, ye saints, with heart and voice | | | | | | | |
479 | How long, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
480 | Slavery and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
481 | A drunkard reached his cheerless home | | | | | | | |
482 | Rescue the perishing | | | | | | | |
483 | Weep for the fallen! hang your heads in sorrow | | | | | | | |
484 | O Christian, awake, for the strife is at hand | | | | | | | |
485 | Stand up for Jesus, Christian, stand! | | | | | | | |
486 | My sister, the Master is calling for you | | | | | | | |
487 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
488 | Bid me of men beware | | | | | | | |
489 | While shepherd watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
490 | What means this golden glory round | | | | | | | |
491 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! | | | | | | | |
492 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
493 | Hark, the glad sound@ the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
494 | Hark@ what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
495 | Hark, the hosts of heaven are singing | | | | | | | |
496 | O Sacred Head, now wounded | | | | | | | |