# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
7 | Fair land of Beulah, rest of weary pilgrims | | | | | | | |
8 | Beside a manger lowly | | | | | | | |
10 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
11 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
12 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
13 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
14 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
15 | Lamb of God, I look to thee | | | | | | | |
17 | I am Jesus' little lamb | | | | | | | |
18 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
19 | My church, my church, my dear old church! | | | | | | | |
20 | Delay not! delay not! O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
21 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
22 | In the vineyard of our father | | | | | | | |
23a | Beautiful Saviour! King of creation! | | | | | | | |
23b | Holy Ghost, with light divine | | | | | | | |
24 | Give, give, willingly give | | | | | | | |
26 | O father, dear father, come stand by my side | | | | | | | |
28 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
29a | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
29b | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
30 | Seeing I am Jesus' Lamb | | | | | | | |
31 | When our fathers long ago | | | | | | | |
32 | Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
33 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
35 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
36 | Here in the body pent | | | | | | | |
37 | There is a happy land, Far, far away | | | | | | | |
38 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
39 | Saviour, when in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
40 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
41 | Oh, for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
42 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
43 | Jesus! name of wondrous love | | | | | | | |
44 | Close the door lightly | | | | | | | |
45a | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
45b | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
47 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
48 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
49a | To thy temple I repair, Lord | | | | | | | |
49b | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
50 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
51 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
53 | God is my light! God is my light! | | | | | | | |
54 | My life's a shade, my days | | | | | | | |
55 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
57 | Daughter of Zion! awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
58 | Over there love only dwelleth | | | | | | | |
59 | Two sisters whom the Saviour lov'd | | | | | | | |
60 | Blessed are the poor in spirit | | | | | | | |
62 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
63 | Stay, father, stay, the night is wild | | | | | | | |
64 | Christ was teaching all the day | | | | | | | |
65 | The morning sky is bright and clear | | | | | | | |
66 | Feeble, helpless, how shall I | | | | | | | |
68 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
69 | What shall little children bring | | | | | | | |
70 | There is a land immortal | | | | | | | |
71 | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
73 | Homeward bound! homeward bound! | | | | | | | |
74 | Was there no room in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
75 | When Sabbath morning bells | | | | | | | |
76 | The precious blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
77 | The Bible! the Bible! how sweet the name sounds | | | | | | | |
79 | Hark! how the watchmen cry | | | | | | | |
80 | The fountain flows, the fountain flows | | | | | | | |
81 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
83 | Go in thy deepest grief | | | | | | | |
84 | Where, where are all the birds that sang | | | | | | | |
85 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
88 | Christ, the Lord, is ris'en to-day | | | | | | | |
89 | Our fathers who gave us this land | | | | | | | |
91 | There is a reaper whose name is Death | | | | | | | |
92 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
94 | Out in the gloomy night sadly I roam | | | | | | | |
95 | Now I lay me down to sleep | | | | | | | |
96 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
97 | When I am old, when I am old | | | | | | | |
98 | Shadows are gently, slowing creeping | | | | | | | |
100 | No sickness there, no sickness there | | | | | | | |
101 | Lord, all I am is known to Thee | | | | | | | |
102 | Speak not harshly; much of care | | | | | | | |
103 | Why have we lips, if not to sing | | | | | | | |
105 | Come holy Spirit, heavn'ly Dove | | | | | | | |
106 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
108 | Out in the tempest toss'd wild ocean's wave | | | | | | | |
109 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
111 | Far away from all these dark and gloomy scenes of night | | | | | | | |
114 | Bright morn hath shut her eye of pride | | | | | | | |
115 | No tear shall be in heav'n | | | | | | | |
117 | Gentle Shepherd, thou hast still'd | | | | | | | |
118 | Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide | | | | | | | |
119 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
121 | Angels will come to me when I die | | | | | | | |
122 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
124 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
125 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
126 | Who'll join our Bible band | | | | | | | |
128 | There's many a trouble would burst like a bubble | | | | | | | |
129 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |