# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
237b | When, gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
238 | I have sought round the verdant earth for unfading joy | | | | | | | |
239 | Hark! those bell-tones sweetly pealing | | | | | | | |
240 | "Good news1 good news to thee, perishing sinner!" | | | | | | | |
241 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
242 | The chariot! The chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
243 | O, the wondrous love of Jesus! | | | | | | | |
244 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
245 | O, I have roam'd thro' many lands | | | | | | | |
246 | When the storm of the mountain on Galilee fell | | | | | | | |
248 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | | | | | | | |
249a | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
249b | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
250 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
251a | I'm weary, I'm weary; the loved and the blest | | | | | | | |
251b | I'm weary of sighing, O fain I would rest | | | | | | | |
252 | "Are we almost there? are we almost there" | | | | | | | |
253 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
254 | A home in heaven1 what a joyful tho't | | | | | | | |
256 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
258 | This book is all that's left me now! | | | | | | | |
260 | I love this pure religion | | | | | | | |
261a | Wake the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
261b | Who are these array'd in white | | | | | | | |
261c | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
262 | What sound is this? a song to heav'n resounding | | | | | | | |
264 | Come at the Saviohr's call, hark! hear him cry | | | | | | | |
265 | Those evening bells--those evening bells | | | | | | | |
266 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
268 | I long to behold him array'd | | | | | | | |
269 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
270 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
272 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
274 | I love to stay where my mother sleeps | | | | | | | |
276 | Away on the banks of life's bright river | | | | | | | |
278a | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
278b | The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want | | | | | | | |
279a | The Lord, our God, is clothed with might | | | | | | | |
279b | I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
280 | O! what shall I do to be saved | | | | | | | |
281 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
282 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]