| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | Be up and doing while you may | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Behold, the bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Children of Jerusalem sang the praise | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Christ, the Lord is risen again | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Come, ye saints, look here [behold] [draw nigh], and wonder | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Finish thy work, the time is short | | | | | | | |
| d8 | God bless thee, our country | | | | | | | |
| d9 | God loved the world so dearly | | | | | | | |
| d10 | God reigns in glory, and on high | | | | | | | |
| d11 | God's temple is here, and the sky is its dome | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Hark, what mellow notes on high | | | | | | | |
| d14 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
| d15 | How lovely is thy temple | | | | | | | |
| d16 | I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count | | | | | | | |
| d17 | I left it all with Jesus long ago | | | | | | | |
| d18 | I saw a youth of slender form | | | | | | | |
| d19 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
| d20 | If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart | | | | | | | |
| d21 | In the morning sow thy seed | | | | | | | |
| d22 | I've heard the old, old story | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Look up thou poor neglected one | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
| d27 | O for the peace which [that] floweth as [like] a river | | | | | | | |
| d28 | O lead me to Jesus, the loving | | | | | | | |
| d29 | O speak not, disturb not a meeting | | | | | | | |
| d30 | O would I had lived 'neath | | | | | | | |
| d31 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of his face | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Still I am singing, Jesus, of thee Blessed Redeemer, so precious to me | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Sweet the prayer of youth | | | | | | | |
| d36 | The conflict is over, the tempest is past | | | | | | | |
| d37 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
| d38 | The lines to us have fallen | | | | | | | |
| d39 | The thought of God above below | | | | | | | |
| d40 | The voice of song came ringing | | | | | | | |
| d41 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
| d42 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Though some, with eager thought | | | | | | | |
| d44 | 'Tis faith that saves the guilty | | | | | | | |
| d45 | 'Tis thy lot to meet with trouble | | | | | | | |
| d46 | Trust in God for every blessing | | | | | | | |
| d47 | Trustingly, trustingly, Jesus, to thee | | | | | | | |
| d48 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
| d49 | We gather, we gather, our | | | | | | | |
| d50 | We twine our festive garlands | | | | | | | |
| d51 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
| d52 | When the rosy beams declining | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Where the faded flower shall freshen | | | | | | | |
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