# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
94 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
95 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
96a | The world is overcome by the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
96b | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
97 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
98 | We shall meet in that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
99 | Yes, O yes, I'm trusting in my Savior | | | | | | | |
100 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
101a | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
101b | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
102 | I know her walls are jasper | | | | | | | |
103 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
104 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
105a | Jesus saves me every day | | | | | | | |
105b | Now, O God, thine own I am | | | | | | | |
106 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
107a | My God I am thine, what a comfort [pleasure] divine | | | | | | | |
107b | O what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravished eyes | | | | | | | |
108 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
109a | When shall I see the day that ends my woes | | | | | | | |
109b | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
110 | I'm a pilgrim and a stranger passing over | | | | | | | |
111 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
112a | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | [Watchman, tell me, does the morning] | | | | | | |
112b | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
113 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
114 | Jesus, I hear thee knocking | | | | | | | |
115 | I will follow thee, my Savior, wheresoe'er my lot | | | | | | | |
116 | Come brethren, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
118 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
119 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
120 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
121a | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
121b | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
122 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
123a | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
123b | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
124a | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
124b | 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam | | | | | | | |
125a | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
125b | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
126 | When I think of that city of light | | | | | | | |
127a | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
127b | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
128 | I've been thinking of my home | | | | | | | |
129 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
130 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
131 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
132a | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
132b | Whence came the armies of the sky | | | | | | | |
132c | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
133 | Amid the hours that rapid fly | | | | | | | |
134a | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
134b | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
135a | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
135b | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
136a | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
136b | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
137 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
138a | Jesus, the name that charms our fears | | | | | | | |
138b | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
139a | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
139b | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
140a | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
140b | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
141a | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
141b | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
141c | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
142a | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
142b | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
142c | Author of faith, eternal Word | | | | | | | |
143a | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
143b | O for that flame of living fire | | | | | | | |
143c | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
144a | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
144b | Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made | | | | | | | |
144c | Extended on a [the] cursed tree | | | | | | | |
145a | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
145b | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
145c | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
146a | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
146b | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
146c | Jesus, I fain would walk in thee | | | | | | | |
147a | Kingdoms and thrones to God belong | | | | | | | |
147b | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
147c | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
148a | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
148b | Unto the Lord, unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
148c | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
149a | Hail, gentle peace, good will to man | | | | | | | |
149b | What am I, O thou glorious God | | | | | | | |
149c | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
150a | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
150b | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
151a | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
151b | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
152a | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
152b | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
152c | Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee | | | | | | | |