# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | We saw thee not, when thou didst tread [come] | | | | | | | |
202 | Jesus, the loving Shepherd, calleth thee now | | | | | | | |
203 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
204 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
205 | Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
206 | I want to be more like Jesus And follow him | | | | | | | |
207 | Down in the valley with my Savior I would go | | | | | | | |
208 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
209 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
210 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
211 | Soldiers of Christ, be steadfast | | | | | | | |
212 | Does Jesus care when my heart is pained Too deeply for mirth and song | | | | | | | |
213 | I love thee, Lord Jesus, thou knowest I do | | | | | | | |
214 | There is a place of refuge for every troubled soul | | | | | | | |
215 | Are you dwelling in the sunlight | | | | | | | |
216 | Hear the voice of Jesus say, loudly crying | | | | | | | |
217 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
218 | O Rock in the desert I fly unto thee | | | | | | | |
219 | Give of your best to the Master, Give of the strength | | | | | | | |
220 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
221 | We look to Thee, O Savior | | | | | | | |
222 | Freely in beauty, in strength and power | | | | | | | |
223 | How sweet, my Savior [Father], to repose [recline] | | | | | | | |
224 | There is a way that seemeth right And myriads travel there | | | | | | | |
225 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
226 | Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight | | | | | | | |
227 | Closer to thee, near to thy side | | | | | | | |
228 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
229 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
230 | I have a friend, divine, sincere | | | | | | | |
231 | All to Jesus I surrender | | | | | | | |
232 | In vain in high and holy lays My soul her grateful voice would raise | | | | | | | |
233 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
234 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
235 | Just where He needs me I will go | | | | | | | |
236 | After the life paths we're treading | | | | | | | |
237 | O let my supplicating cry By Thee, my gracious Lord, be heard | | | | | | | |
238 | Do you know the Man of Galilee, Who once walked and talked beside the sea? | | | | | | | |
239 | One step at a time, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
240 | When morning lights the eastern skies, Thy mercy, Lord, disclose | | | | | | | |
241 | The evening hour, a garden bower | | | | | | | |
242 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
243 | Is it for me, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
244 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
245 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
246 | Though my cross may be hard to bear | | | | | | | |
247 | O come, let us sing of the rest by and by | | | | | | | |
248 | Soul, are you weary of life's heavy load | | | | | | | |
249 | All praise to him who reigns above In majesty supreme | | | | | | | |
250 | Amid the trials which [that] I meet | | | | | | | |
251 | Lord, I would honor thee in all things always | | | | | | | |
252 | Though your sins be as scarlet | | | | | | | |
253 | Buried with Christ, my blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
254 | How shall I my [we our] Savior set forth | | | | | | | |
255 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
256 | Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came | | | | | | | |
257 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
258 | Cast thy burdens on the Lord | | | | | | | |
259 | Hold thou my hand so weak I am and helpless | | | | | | | |
260 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
261 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
262 | O thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
263 | Blest be the [that] dear uniting love | | | | | | | |
264 | I have found sweet rest for my weary soul | | | | | | | |
265 | A manger bed, a precious babe | | | | | | | |
266 | Lord, guide my feet aright today | | | | | | | |
267 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
268 | Beautiful valley of Eden! Sweet is thy noon-tide calm | | | | | | | |
269 | O the yesterday's moments for pleasure or woe | | | | | | | |
270 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
271 | Fear not, little flock, says the Savior | | | | | | | |
272 | What a shout in the skies there will be | | | | | | | |
273 | I want to be a worker for [with] the Lord | | | | | | | |
274 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
275 | When we meet in sweet communion | | | | | | | |
276 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
277 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
278 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
279 | Thy word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
280 | Walking in sunlight all of my journey | | | | | | | |
281 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
282 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
283 | O it's only a few short years | | | | | | | |
284 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
285 | Precious forever, O wonderful words | | | | | | | |
286 | Soon the evening shadows falling | | | | | | | |
287 | O heart bowed down with sorrow, O eyes that long | | | | | | | |
288 | When skies are clear and friends are dear | | | | | | | |
289 | Like a star of the morning in its beauty Like a sun is the Bible | | | | | | | |
290 | A Babe in a manger, a man on the cross | | | | | | | |
291 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
292 | It may be far, it may be near, There is a hope, there is a fear | | | | | | | |
293 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
294 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
295 | Do you near the Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
296 | When I come to the gates of the city of God | | | | | | | |
297 | Though I'm but a pilgrim, my fortune is great | | | | | | | |
298 | It may be in the valley, where countless dangers hide | | | | | | | |
299 | Have thine own way, Lord | | | | | | | |
300 | There is a home eternal, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |