# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
4 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
5 | Grateful praise to thee we bring | | | | | | | |
6 | Welcome, delightful morn! | | | | | | | |
7a | Hark! what celestial sounds | | | | | | | |
7b | Oh! sweet the hallowed morn | | | | | | | |
8 | We leave the world of care | | | | | | | |
10 | Lambs of the Saviour | | | | | | | |
12 | Yes, dear Sabbath school, I love thee | | | | | | | |
13 | Yes, my native land! I love thee | | | | | | | |
14 | I love the blessed Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
15 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
16 | Listen to the roses | | | | | | | |
17 | Listen to the promptings | | | | | | | |
18 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
19a | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
19b | As distant lands beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
20 | Dare to be right! dare to be true! | | | | | | | |
22 | Be not swift to take offence | | | | | | | |
23 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
24 | Gentle words, how sweet they sound | | | | | | | |
25a | Grant us, Lord, thy heavenly light | | | | | | | |
25b | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
26 | Tell thy Saviour when the journey | | | | | | | |
28 | I'll never forsake thee, my Saviour | | | | | | | |
30 | I will trust in my Saviour | | | | | | | |
32 | The world looks very beautiful | | | | | | | |
34 | Come to Jesus, little one | | | | | | | |
35 | Jesus loves me, this I know | | | | | | | |
36 | Kindly and graciously, prompted by love | | | | | | | |
37a | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
37b | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | | | |
38 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
39 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
40 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
41 | O Lamb of God, once slain for me | | | | | | | |
42 | Beautiful cross by faith I see | | | | | | | |
43a | Oh, speak of Jesus! other names | | | | | | | |
43b | Sacrifice sweet, oh! let me bring | | | | | | | |
43c | Tell me, sweet angels, up above | | | | | | | |
44a | Rock of ages! cleft for me | | | | | | | |
44b | Saviour! happy would I be | | | | | | | |
45a | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
45b | Lowly and solemn be | | | | | | | |
46 | We meet upon this lonely shore | | | | | | | |
47 | How glorious is the land we seek | | | | | | | |
48 | Shall we meet no more to part | | | | | | | |
50 | See you not the countless number | | | | | | | |
51 | Tell us of the joys of heaven | | | | | | | |
52 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
53 | In that world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
54 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
55 | On Jordan's stormy banks | | | | | | | |
56 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
58 | I dreamed a dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
60 | Our glorious flag, it floats on high | | | | | | | |
61 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
62 | I'll go to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
63 | We speak of the realms of the bless'd | | | | | | | |
64 | Where do you journey my brother | | | | | | | |
65 | Over the river, I'm going | | | | | | | |
66 | The pearly gates are open wide | | | | | | | |
67 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
68 | Sweetly this solemn thought | | | | | | | |
69 | Finish thy work, the time is short | | | | | | | |
70 | Nothing but leaves, the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
71 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
72 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
73a | Everlasting arms of love | | | | | | | |
73b | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
74 | Bright beams from heav'n are breaking | | | | | | | |
75a | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
75b | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
75c | When, his salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
76 | Watching on Judea's plain | | | | | | | |
78 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
79 | Sweetly breaks the morning's light | | | | | | | |
80 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er thee | | | | | | | |
82 | When of old, sweet angels singing | | | | | | | |
83 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
84 | Happy, happy festal day | | | | | | | |
85 | Happy angels! still ye dwell | | | | | | | |
86 | Christ, the Lord, is risen today! | | | | | | | |
87a | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
87b | Hark! that shout of rapturous joy | | | | | | | |
87c | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
88 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
90 | Why not learn to conquer sorrow | | | | | | | |
91a | Teach me, Jesus, how to love Thee | | | | | | | |
91b | Wouldst thou reach a clime immortal | | | | | | | |
92 | All o'er with sin defiled | | | | | | | |
93a | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
93b | Hear ye not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
94 | In the mild and pensive twilight | | | | | | | |
96 | Oh! had I fleet wings like a dove to fly | | | | | | | |
97 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
98 | I look for stormy days | | | | | | | |
100 | Faint not, droop not, weary pilgrim | | | | | | | |
102 | When we reach a quiet dwelling | | | | | | | |
104 | Sweet music it be to dwell secure | | | | | | | |