# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
87 | Jesus, I turn to Thee | | | | | | | |
88 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |
89 | Beyond life's toils and cares | | | | | | | |
90 | I am so young, O Jesus | | | | | | | |
91a | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
91b | Gracious Spirit! Love divine! | | | | | | | |
92a | As o'er the past my mem'ry strays | | | | | | | |
92b | One more petition, O our God | | | | | | | |
92c | Fret not, poor soul, while doubt and fear | | | | | | | |
93 | Tho' the mist hangs o'er the river | | | | | | | |
94 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
95 | Cling close to the Rock, brother, danger is near | | | | | | | |
96 | Speed our bark to reach the haven | | | | | | | |
97 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
98 | Over the river they beckon me | | | | | | | |
99 | O holy Saviour! Friend unseen | | | | | | | |
100 | There is no love like the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
101 | "Till He come," Oh, let the words | | | | | | | |
102 | Where do you journey, my brother | | | | | | | |
103 | Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
104 | "Abide in me!" most loving counsel this | | | | | | | |
105 | Why is thy faith, O child of God, so small? | | | | | | | |
106 | Oh, who'll stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
107 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
108 | Dear Saviour, all I think and do | | | | | | | |
109 | I would not live alway! I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
110 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
111 | Life has many a pleasant hour | | | | | | | |
112 | Who, who are these beside the chilly wave | | | | | | | |
113 | Oh sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
114 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
115 | O, think of a home over there | | | | | | | |
116a | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
116b | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
116c | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
116d | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
116e | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
116f | Hail! my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
117a | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
117b | He leadeth me! Oh! blessed thought | | | | | | | |
117c | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
117d | Oh cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
117e | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
118a | Oh, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
118b | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
118c | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
118d | More love to Thee, O Christ | | | | | | | |
118e | My Jesus I love Thee, I know Thou art mine | EXPOSTULATION | | | | | | |
119a | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
119b | Cast thy burden on the Lord | | | | | | | |
119c | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
119d | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
119e | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
119f | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
120a | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
120b | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
120c | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
120d | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
120e | One with Christ! O blessed thought! | | | | | | | |
120f | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
121a | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
121b | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
121c | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
121d | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
121e | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
121f | Sleep not, soldier of the cross! | | | | | | | |
122a | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
122b | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
122c | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
122d | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
122e | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
123a | They pray the best who pray and watch | | | | | | | |
123b | I've found the Pearl of greatest price | | | | | | | |
123c | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
123d | Ask ye what great thing I know | | | | | | | |
123e | When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
124a | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
124b | Jesus who knows full well | | | | | | | |
124c | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
124d | The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
124e | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
125a | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
125b | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
125c | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
125d | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |