# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Oh for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
102 | Oh for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
103 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark, how the watchmen cry | | | | | | | |
105 | Bid me of men beware | | | | | | | |
106 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
107 | Go watch and pray, thou canst not tell | | | | | | | |
108 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
109 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
110 | Awake, my soul! Lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
111 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
112 | Sing, all ye ransom'd of the Lord | | | | | | | |
113 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
114 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
115 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
116 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
117 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
118 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
119 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
120 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
121 | Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
122 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
123 | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
124 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
125 | How much the drooping hearts revive | | | | | | | |
126 | The day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
127 | Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
128 | See from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
129 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
130 | In time of tribulation | | | | | | | |
131 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
132 | Why thus impatient to be gone | | | | | | | |
133 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
134 | Drooping souls, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
135 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
136 | O God of our salvation | | | | | | | |
137 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
138 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
139 | God counts the sorrows of his saints | | | | | | | |
140 | In God let all saint rejoice | | | | | | | |
141 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
142 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
143 | Brethren, belov'd for Jesus' sake | | | | | | | |
144 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
145 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
146 | See, Jesus, thy disciples see | | | | | | | |
147 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
148 | Lift up your hearts to things above | | | | | | | |
149 | How sweet and heav'nly is the sight | | | | | | | |
150 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
151 | The Lord's into his garden come | | | | | | | |
152 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
153 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
154 | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | | | |
155 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
156 | Heav'n is the place where troubles cease | | | | | | | |
157 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
158 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
159 | From ev'ry earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
160 | I'm glad that I am born to die | | | | | | | |
161 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
162 | Oh! when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
163 | Thro' the day thy love has spared us | | | | | | | |
164 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
165 | Thro' all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
166 | The morning breaks; my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
167 | O God! I Thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
168 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
169 | Begone, my worldly cares away | | | | | | | |
170 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
171 | Another day has pass'd along | | | | | | | |
172 | The power to bless my house | | | | | | | |
173 | See how the morning sun | | | | | | | |
174 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
175 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
176 | On Thibet's snow-capt mountains | | | | | | | |
177 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
178 | Hail, to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
179 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
180 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
181 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
182 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
183 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
184 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
185 | See that heathen mother stand | | | | | | | |
186 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
187 | The trump of Israel's jubilee | | | | | | | |
188 | That mighty angel, to whose hand | | | | | | | |
189 | Sov'reign of worlds! display thy pow'r | | | | | | | |
190 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
191 | Who, but thou, Almight Spirit | | | | | | | |
192 | Hark! a cry among the nations | | | | | | | |
193 | Shepherd of Israel, thou didst lead | | | | | | | |
194 | Arise, great God, and let thy grace | | | | | | | |
195 | Lo! On a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
196 | The mighty flood that rolls along | | | | | | | |
197 | Oft as the bell with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
198 | The time is short! the season near | | | | | | | |
199 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
200 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |