# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
495 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
496 | We've met today, to sing and pray | | | | | | | |
497 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
498 | Gird thy loins up, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
499 | The Son of God is gone to war | | | | | | | |
500 | The sinner who by precious faith | | | | | | | |
501 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
502 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
503 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
504 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
505 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
506 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
507 | Light of the universe, Bright sun of glory | | | | | | | |
508 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
509 | Father in heaven, to thee I bend | | | | | | | |
510 | The Lord, our God, is full of might; The winds obey | | | | | | | |
511 | How bright is yonder sun | | | | | | | |
512 | There is a world of glory bright | | | | | | | |
513 | There is a heaven in yonder skies | | | | | | | |
514 | Wayworn pilgrim, child of fears | | | | | | | |
515 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
516 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
517 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
518 | Life is a sea, how fair its face | | | | | | | |
519 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
520 | Come to me, all ye that labor | | | | | | | |
521 | Broken hearted, weep no more | | | | | | | |
522 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
523 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
524 | I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor | | | | | | | |
525 | O what crowds are bound for ruin | | | | | | | |
526 | Zaccheus climbed the tree | | | | | | | |
527 | Hark, 'tis the trump of God | | | | | | | |
528 | Hark hear the trumpet's dreadful roar | | | | | | | |
529 | Our hearts are fastened to this [the] world | | | | | | | |
530 | Where gently flows proud Babel's stream | | | | | | | |
531 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
532 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
533 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
534 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
535 | Rejoice, ye saints, that Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
536 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
537 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
538 | My thoughts, that oft ascend [often mount] the skies | | | | | | | |
539 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
540 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
541 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]