# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
401 | While Jesus whispers to you, Come, sinner, come! | | | | | | | |
402 | Just a few more days to be filled with praise | | | | | | | |
403 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
404 | Sing the wondrous love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
405 | While we pray, and while we plead | | | | | | | |
406 | I can hear my Savior calling | | | | | | | |
407 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
408 | Soft as the voice of an angel | | | | | | | |
409 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound! | | | | | | | |
410 | Why keep Jesus waiting, Waiting in the cold? | | | | | | | |
411 | Why did my Savior come to earth, And to the humble go? | | | | | | | |
412 | I am happy today and the sunshine's bright | | | | | | | |
413 | Who will follow Jesus, Standing for the right | | | | | | | |
414 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
415 | Who at the door is standing | | | | | | | |
416 | If the name of the Savior is precious to you | | | | | | | |
417 | There's a wonderful place we call home | | | | | | | |
418 | When Jesus comes to reward His servants | | | | | | | |
419 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
420 | Sing them over again to me, Wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
421 | Wonderful story of love: Tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
422 | When with the Savior we enter the glory land | | | | | | | |
423 | In vain in high and holy lays My soul her grateful voice would raise | | | | | | | |
424 | Hear the voice of Jesus say, Loudly crying unto all | | | | | | | |
425 | I gave my life for thee, My precious blood I shed | | | | | | | |
426 | We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing | | | | | | | |
427 | Oh, Christian do not hide your light! | | | | | | | |
428 | When in the better land before the bar we stand | | | | | | | |
429 | A ruler once came to the Savior by night | | | | | | | |
430 | Yield not to temptation, For yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
431 | What mighty pow'r the soul could feel | | | | | | | |
432 | Redeemed--how I love to proclaim it! | | | | | | | |
433 | I hold to the hand of my Savior and friend | | | | | | | |
434 | Precious mem'ries, unseen angels | | | | | | | |
435 | Christ the dear Lord, glorious Lord, speaks to us gently | | | | | | | |
436 | Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry hill | | | | | | | |
437 | All along on the road to the soul's true abode | | | | | | | |
438 | Whate'er you do in word or deed | | | | | | | |
439 | Launch forth Thou Mighty Word! | | | | | | | |
440 | To love someone more dearly ev'ry day | | | | | | | |
441 | My soul has found peace which the world could not bring | | | | | | | |
442 | Oh, what wondrous love I see | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]