# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
103 | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
104 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
106 | O bless the Lord, what joy is mine! | | | | | | | |
107 | I have heard my Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
108 | The blood's applied! my soul is free | | | | | | | |
109 | Tho' the night be dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
110 | Lead me, lead me, Lead me, precious Saviour | | | | | | | |
111 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
112 | We praise thee, O God! | | | | | | | |
113 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
114 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
115 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
116 | O Jesus, Lord, thy dying love | | | | | | | |
117 | O happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
118 | While we bow in thy name | | | | | | | |
119 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
120 | "Till he come!" oh, let the words | | | | | | | |
121 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
122 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
123 | I was once far away from the Saviour | | | | | | | |
124 | Onward, Christian soldiers! | | | | | | | |
125 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
126 | Abide with me! fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
127 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
128 | Holy , holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! | | | | | | | |
129 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
130 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
131 | Prayer is the key For the bending knee | | | | | | | |
132 | Jesus, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
133 | Come to Calv'ry's mount to-day | | | | | | | |
134 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
135 | Down at the cross where my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
136 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
137 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
138 | What a Friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
139 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
140 | On the desert mountain straying | | | | | | | |
141 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
142 | He leadeth me! O blessed thought! | | | | | | | |
143 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
144 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
145 | Nearer, my God, to thee! | | | | | | | |
146 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
147 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
148 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
149 | O that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
150 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
151 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
152 | We are marching onward to the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
153 | You ask what keeps me happy | | | | | | | |
154 | I am praying, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
155 | In the good old way where the saints have gone | | | | | | | |
156 | Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go | | | | | | | |
157 | I follow the footsteps of Jesus, my Lord | | | | | | | |
158 | Trying to walk in the steps of the Saviour | | | | | | | |
159 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
161 | Are you happy in the Lord | | | | | | | |
162 | All for Jesus! all for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
163 | I'm happy, so happy! no words can express | | | | | | | |
164 | Come, sinners, to the Living One | | | | | | | |
165 | All praise to him who reigns above | | | | | | | |
166 | There is joy within when faith is bright | | | | | | | |
167 | There's a hand held out in pity | | | | | | | |
168 | Oh, why should we wrestle with fears | | | | | | | |
169 | Holy, holy, holy; Angel voices singing | | | | | | | |
170 | Saviour, lead me, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
171 | When we walk with the Lord | | | | | | | |
172 | Will you come, will you come | | | | | | | |
173 | Our friends on earth we meet with pleasure | | | | | | | |
174 | We are singing on the way | | | | | | | |
175 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
176 | We walk by faith, and oh, how sweet | | | | | | | |
177 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
178 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
179 | I am passing down the valley that they say is so lone | | | | | | | |
180 | Wand'rer, come to the only refuge | | | | | | | |
181 | O blessed Jesus, O Saviour divine | | | | | | | |
182 | Awake, O Zion's daughter | | | | | | | |
183 | I will praise the Lord to-day | | | | | | | |
184 | She hath done what she could, and the lovely perfume | | | | | | | |
185 | The gospel word, so freely given | | | | | | | |
186 | Jesus the meek and lowly | | | | | | | |
187 | Children in the temple cry | | | | | | | |
188 | Do they know we've been with Jesus | | | | | | | |
189 | Land of bliss, where the fields are bright | | | | | | | |
190 | There's a mansion for me, and its gleams I see | | | | | | | |
191 | Behold the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
192 | Oppressed by countless foes without | | | | | | | |
193 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
194 | Listen to the "still, small voice" | | | | | | | |
195 | Dark are the waters before me | | | | | | | |
196 | Jesus all my grief is sharing | | | | | | | |
197 | I am singing all the day | | | | | | | |
198 | Wonderful, Lord, thy lowly birth | | | | | | | |
199 | Whene'er I think of Jesus | | | | | | | |
200 | When life is full of toil and care | | | | | | | |
201 | I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus | | | | | | | |
202 | Come, O Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |