# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O what is man vain mortal man | | | | | | | |
d102 | O Zion, raise thy cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d103 | O Zion, thou beautiful city of God | | | | | | | |
d104 | Praise the Lord O my brethren, for what we have | | | | | | | |
d105 | Praise ye the Lord ye highest heavens | | | | | | | |
d106 | Rise my soul for inspiration | | | | | | | |
d107 | Saith god unto those who do keep my ways pure | | | | | | | |
d108 | See Zion, fair city, in beauty arise | | | | | | | |
d109 | Shall the sun that has dawned | | | | | | | |
d110 | Sinner, stop, accept a treasure | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sound aloud your holy trumpets | | | | | | | |
d112 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d113 | Star of everlasting brightness | | | | | | | |
d114 | Take warning all my children | | | | | | | |
d115 | Teach me, O Lord, to do thy will | | | | | | | |
d116 | The agnels are sounding on their golden trumpets | | | | | | | |
d117 | The blessed way is manifested | | | | | | | |
d118 | The blooming buds on Zion's soil | | | | | | | |
d119 | The dark and dismal day of death | | | | | | | |
d120 | The day of decision, by prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d121 | The gospel is advancing and freedom is commencing | | | | | | | |
d122 | The gospel, what treasures unfold | | | | | | | |
d123 | The great millenium day has come | | | | | | | |
d124 | The innocent, how clean and pure | | | | | | | |
d125 | The Lord calls for Zion to work for her own | | | | | | | |
d126 | The trumpets of angels are sounding aloud | | | | | | | |
d127 | The words of living truth shall stand | | | | | | | |
d128 | The world I freely have forsaken | | | | | | | |
d129 | There came forth a voice, to the lost child | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is an eye that never tired | | | | | | | |
d131 | This is the city of our God | | | | | | | |
d132 | This sacred place the Lord has chosen | | | | | | | |
d133 | Time rolls away without delay | | | | | | | |
d134 | Time, time will come and pass away | | | | | | | |
d135 | To sin and temptation I never will yield | | | | | | | |
d136 | To thee, holy Father, our offerings we'll bring | | | | | | | |
d137 | What blessings from heaven the righteous enjoy | | | | | | | |
d138 | When I survey all things below | | | | | | | |
d139 | When Isr'l's mediator, with trembling | | | | | | | |
d140 | Whene'er my busy thoughts do roam | | | | | | | |
d141 | While years so swiftly roll away | | | | | | | |
d142 | Within fair Zion's lovely gates | | | | | | | |
d143 | Ye evening zephyrs, gently blow | | | | | | | |
d144 | You need not be faint hearted, though trials | | | | | | | |
d145 | Zion, arise, break forth in songs | | | | | | | |
d146 | Zion, O thou lovely city | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]