# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
204 | Oh, what are you going to do, brother? | | | | | | | |
205 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
206 | Altogether persuaded the Saviour to seek | | | | | | | |
207 | I met a child, his feet were bare | | | | | | | |
208 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | | | |
209 | Listen! the Master beseecheth | | | | | | | |
210 | Still I am singing, Jesus of Thee | | | | | | | |
211 | In some way or other the Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
212 | I am now a child of God | | | | | | | |
213 | I have heard thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
214 | My sister, the Master is calling for you | | | | | | | |
215 | Is this the way, my Father? | | | | | | | |
216 | If you cannot on the ocean | | | | | | | |
217 | When, where, and how shall I die? | | | | | | | |
218 | Guard the tongue, and guard it wisely | | | | | | | |
219 | Hush that idle whisper, brother | | | | | | | |
220 | The bell has ceas'd, the anchor weigh'd | | | | | | | |
221 | O slumberer, rouse thee, despise not the truth | | | | | | | |
222 | My heart is light and free | | | | | | | |
223 | Well, wife, I've found the model church | | | | | | | |
224 | Well, wife, I've been to church to-day | | | | | | | |
225 | A ship was on the mighty deep | | | | | | | |
226 | Cold and bleak the winds were blowing | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]