| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Are you ready for the Bridegroom when he comes | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Awake, awake, at the dawn of day | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Called to the feast by the King are we | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Hail, thou ever rolling ocean | | | | | | | |
| d9 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
| d10 | I am going home in the morning | | | | | | | |
| d11 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d12 | I am thinking tonight of my old cottage home | | | | | | | |
| d13 | I am weary of my sin | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I have a Savior, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
| d16 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
| d17 | In that beautiful home over there, by and by | | | | | | | |
| d18 | I've a beautiful home in a garden fair | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Listen to the chime of the bells | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
| d22 | My heavenly home is bright and fair, I long to be there | | | | | | | |
| d23 | O, a goodly thing is the cooling spring | | | | | | | |
| d24 | O prodigal, turn to your Father today | | | | | | | |
| d25 | O weary pilgrim, lift your head | | | | | | | |
| d26 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
| d27 | One drop of the blood | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Only a word for the Master, lovingly | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Our kindred dear to heaven have [are] gone | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Sunlight on the plain of Sharon | | | | | | | |
| d33 | The glorious morn is coming | | | | | | | |
| d34 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
| d35 | The Master hath need of the reapers | | | | | | | |
| d36 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
| d37 | There are lights by the shore [in the harbor] of that country | | | | | | | |
| d38 | There's a joy in this life which the world never knew | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
| d40 | 'Tis the harvest time, 'tis the harvest time | | | | | | | |
| d41 | We are bought with a price by the Lamb that was slain | | | | | | | |
| d42 | We are hoping on for the golden dawn | | | | | | | |
| d43 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
| d44 | We are wandering home as the time glideth by | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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