# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d2 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
d3 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d4 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
d5 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d6 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d7 | Incense from dews of the morning | | | | | | | |
d8 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d9 | Join, O friends, in a memory song | | | | | | | |
d10 | Lift up, lift up thy voice with singing | | | | | | | |
d11 | Like the surge of hidden waters | | | | | | | |
d12 | Lord, at thy mercy seat, humbly [humble] I fall | | | | | | | |
d13 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d14 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d15 | O where is the shrine of the singer | | | | | | | |
d16 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d17 | The flush of morn, the setting sun | | | | | | | |
d18 | The winds are whispering to the trees | | | | | | | |
d19 | 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d20 | We gather here a pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d21 | When the day is high and clear | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]