# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
117 | When plenty smiles around thy door | | | | | | | |
118a | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
118b | They are falling, sadly falling | | | | | | | |
120a | The Lord is in his holy temple | | | | | | | |
120b | Flee as a bird to the mountain | | | | | | | |
122 | It may be in the ev'ning | | | | | | | |
123 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
124 | The Rainbow, the Rainbow | | | | | | | |
125 | Sinners turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
126 | Watchman! watchman! Watchman tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
128 | Deathless spirit, now arise | | | | | | | |
129a | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
129b | Little beam of rosy light | | | | | | | |
130 | Savior, at the ev'ning hour | | | | | | | |
131 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
132 | 'Twas in the shrill December | | | | | | | |
133 | Tearfully lay her down to rest | | | | | | | |
134 | Cheer up, brother, cease repining | | | | | | | |
135 | Spirit of God descend, descend | | | | | | | |
136 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
137 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
138 | The Master hath need of the reapers | | | | | | | |
139 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
140 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
141 | Come up hither, Pause nor falter | | | | | | | |
142 | This golden hour is thine | | | | | | | |
143 | Hosanna to Jesus on high! | | | | | | | |
144 | Forth from the throne of glory | | | | | | | |
145 | Savior, when, in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
146 | Many sweet children have liv'd and died | | | | | | | |
147 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever? | | | | | | | |
148a | Pilgrim in the world below | | | | | | | |
148b | Heav'nly home! heav'nly home! precious name to me! | | | | | | | |
150a | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
150b | Oh, where is the sad heart made happy today? | | | | | | | |
152 | There are moments when music's soft numbers enchant me | | | | | | | |
153 | The Firmament of light | | | | | | | |
154 | Hark! hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
155 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
156 | All quiet along the Potomac, they say | | | | | | | |
158 | To God, the Father, Son | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]