# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Humility, that heavenly grace | | | | | | | |
102 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
103 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
104 | Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough | | | | | | | |
105 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
106 | Come brethren let us join and sing | | | | | | | |
107 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
109 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
110 | From the regions of love | | | | | | | |
111 | The wond'rous love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
112 | I'll sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
113 | Young people all attention give | | | | | | | |
114 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
115 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
116 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
117 | Perpetual Source of light and grace | | | | | | | |
118 | O happy soul that lives on high | | | | | | | |
119 | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
120 | How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord | | | | | | | |
121 | A fountain in Jesus which runs always free | | | | | | | |
122 | Father of our feeble race | | | | | | | |
123 | All ye who stand on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
124 | Inspire my heart, inflame my tongue | | | | | | | |
125 | 'Tis from afar the Lord beholds | | | | | | | |
126 | Hail, ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
127 | My dearest friends, in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
128 | Whither goest thou, Pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
129 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
130 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
131 | Come ye that love Lord | | | | | | | |
132 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
133 | Hail, day of Freedom! let the beam | | | | | | | |
134 | Go preach my Gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
136 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
137 | While shepherd watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
138 | Once more my soul the rising day | | | | | | | |
139 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
140 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
141 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
142 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
143 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
144 | Of old, O Lord, by cliff or stream | | | | | | | |
145 | Hark! hark!--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
146 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
147 | Hosanna to the Son | | | | | | | |
148 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
149 | Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]