# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
199 | As a tree beside the water | | | | | | | |
200 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
201 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
202 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
203 | God is calling the prodigal | | | | | | | |
204 | I will sing the wondrous story, of the Christ | | | | | | | |
205 | By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored | | | | | | | |
206 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
207 | When we meet in sweet communion | | | | | | | |
208 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
209 | Sunset and evening star and one clear call for me | | | | | | | |
210 | When the road is rough and the way is dim | | | | | | | |
211 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
212 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
213 | I am weak but thou art strong | | | | | | | |
214 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
215 | Is it for me, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
216 | I have a Savior, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
217 | Though the way we journey may be often drear | | | | | | | |
218 | When storms around are sweeping | | | | | | | |
219 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
220 | One step at a time, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
221 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
222 | There's a garden where Jesus is waiting | | | | | | | |
223 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
224 | There is a sea which day by day Receives the | | | | | | | |
225 | We are fellow creatures, born in the kingdom | | | | | | | |
226 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
227 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
228 | Though I through the valley of shadow | | | | | | | |
229 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
230 | Christ will me his aid afford | | | | | | | |
231 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
232 | Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming | | | | | | | |
233 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
234 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
235 | I'm pressing on the upward way | | | | | | | |
236 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
237 | All to Jesus I surrender | | | | | | | |
238 | Does Jesus care when my heart is pained | | | | | | | |
239 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
240 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
241 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
242 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
243 | Only in thee, O Savior mine | | | | | | | |
244 | Walking alone at eve and viewing the skies afar | | | | | | | |
245 | There stands a rock on shores of time | | | | | | | |
246 | Jesus, the loving Shepherd, calleth thee now | | | | | | | |
247 | We saw thee not, when thou didst tread [come] | | | | | | | |
248 | Down in the valley with my Savior I would go | | | | | | | |
249 | I must needs go home by the way of the cross | | | | | | | |
250 | There is a place of refuge or every troubled soul | | | | | | | |
251 | O Rock in the desert I fly unto thee | | | | | | | |
252 | I want to be more like Jesus And follow him | | | | | | | |
253 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
254 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
255 | Fear not, little flock, says the Savior | | | | | | | |
256 | Just a few more days to be filled with praise | | | | | | | |
257 | God's tomorrow is a day of gladness | | | | | | | |
258 | I want to be a worker for [with] the Lord | | | | | | | |
259 | After the life paths we're treading | | | | | | | |
260 | Lord, in thy mercy, lend ear to my plea | | | | | | | |
261 | Of Jesus' love that sought me, When I was lost | | | | | | | |
262 | Soul, a Savior thou art needing | | | | | | | |
263 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
264 | Under his wings I am [I'm] safely abiding | | | | | | | |
265 | Face to face with Christ my Savior | | | | | | | |
266 | When my Love to Christ [God] grows weak | | | | | | | |
267 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
268 | O what will you do with Jesus the call comes | | | | | | | |
269 | When days of toil have all gone by | | | | | | | |
270 | There was [is] one who was willing to die in my stead | | | | | | | |
271 | I am resolved no longer to linger | | | | | | | |
272 | When the trumpet shall sound and the dead | | | | | | | |
273 | O to be like Thee, blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
274 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
275 | All praise to him who reigns above In majesty supreme | | | | | | | |
276 | Amid the trials which [that] I meet | | | | | | | |
277 | Jesus went to the garden of Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
278 | Hear the voice of Jesus say, loudly crying | | | | | | | |
279 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
280 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
281 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
282 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
283 | I was sinking deep in sin | | | | | | | |
284 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
285 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
286 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
287 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
288 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
289 | The world has lost the right of prayer | | | | | | | |
290 | Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight | | | | | | | |
291 | I would be holy, holy, holy | | | | | | | |
292 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
293 | Though your sins be as scarlet | | | | | | | |
294 | True hearted, whole hearted, faithful and loyal | | | | | | | |
295 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
296 | When the storms of life are raging, Tempests wild on sea and land | | | | | | | |
297 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
298 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |