# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
98 | Blessed angels are around me | | | | | | | |
99 | Jesus has died that the Blood may be given | | | | | | | |
100a | I come, O Christ, to thee | | | | | | | |
100b | Oh, come, will you come | | | | | | | |
101 | O happy day, when we shall meet | | | | | | | |
102 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
103 | Oh, let us hear, as for our lives | | | | | | | |
104 | Light is dawning, pilgrim O'er thy lonely way | | | | | | | |
105 | "The Master is com, and he calleth for thee!" | | | | | | | |
106 | By night, on wild Judea's plain | | | | | | | |
107 | Raise me higher, raise me higher | | | | | | | |
108 | I have often heard thee call me | | | | | | | |
109 | Oh, have you heard tell of that free-flowing river | | | | | | | |
110 | Jesus is our loving Saviour | | | | | | | |
111 | O'er the rolling waves of the ocean | | | | | | | |
112 | Wonderful cross, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
113 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
114 | Far out on the desolate billow | | | | | | | |
115 | Sow ye beside all waters | | | | | | | |
116 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
117 | How beautiful the palace | | | | | | | |
118 | A Fountain of life and of grace | | | | | | | |
120 | There's nought on earth to rest upon | | | | | | | |
121 | Many souls on life's dark ocean | | | | | | | |
122 | They're gathirng homeword from every land | | | | | | | |
123 | Robed and ready, pressing homeward | | | | | | | |
124 | Holy Spirit! Fount of blessing | | | | | | | |
125 | I'm a pilgrim and a stranger, Rough and thorny is the road | | | | | | | |
126 | Let the nations awake to the signs of the times | | | | | | | |
127 | There's a fullness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
128 | Up, Christian! lo, the trumpet calls! | | | | | | | |
129 | This little life is full of grief | | | | | | | |
130 | Come, O my God, the promise seal | | | | | | | |
131 | Brothers, come, your labors leaving | | | | | | | |
132 | My God! what perfect rest is thine! | | | | | | | |
133 | In the vineyard of our Father | | | | | | | |
134 | Yield not to temptation, for weakness is sin | | | | | | | |
135 | I hear it singing, singing sweetly | | | | | | | |
136 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
137 | I am waiting, only waiting | | | | | | | |
138 | Take me, O my Father, take me! | | | | | | | |
139 | Take my life, and let it be | | | | | | | |
140 | The atoning blood is flowing | | | | | | | |
141 | Oh, how sweet is the Bible! how pure is the light | | | | | | | |
142 | We twine our festive garlands | | | | | | | |
143 | Say not thou hast no mission | | | | | | | |
144 | I've found a joy in sorrow | | | | | | | |
145 | Through the love of God our Saviour | | | | | | | |
146 | Cast thy bread upon the waters | | | | | | | |
147 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
148 | I'm drawing near death's chilling stream | | | | | | | |
149 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
150 | In the morning, when the dew is sparkling | | | | | | | |
151 | In this blood, the blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
152 | And is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
153 | Singing, singing, ever, ever singing | | | | | | | |
154 | Christians, see the Rose of Sharon | | | | | | | |
155a | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
155b | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
155c | We won't give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
155d | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
156a | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
156b | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
156c | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
156d | There is a gate that stands ajar | | | | | | | |
156e | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
156f | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |