# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
135b | Jesus calls, "dear children, Come to me and live" | | | | | | | |
136 | Faint not, Christian, tho' the road | | | | | | | |
137 | Come, blessed Saviour, take my heart | | | | | | | |
138 | Sowing their seed in the beautiful dawn | | | | | | | |
139 | "Feed my lambs," how condescending | | | | | | | |
140 | We are homeward bound to the land of light and love | | | | | | | |
141 | O come, happy children, unite in our song | | | | | | | |
142 | Merry, merry Christmas ev'rywhere! | | | | | | | |
143 | When many to the Saviour's feet Their little children brought | | | | | | | |
144 | Oh, how pleasing the prospect of home | | | | | | | |
145 | Up and doing, little children, Up, and doing while 'tis day | | | | | | | |
146a | When Sabbath's hallowed morn I greet | | | | | | | |
146b | "Remember thy Creator," Now in the youthful days | | | | | | | |
147b | Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
148 | 'Tis but little we can do, Jesus to repay | | | | | | | |
149 | Ever blessed Jesus, Listen unto me | | | | | | | |
150 | Brethren, while we sojourn here, Fight we must, but should not fear | | | | | | | |
151 | Have you spent a pleasant day? | | | | | | | |
152a | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
152b | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
154 | I am weary of earth; for the friends I love most dear | | | | | | | |
155 | Light is dawning, pilgrim O'er thy lonely | | | | | | | |
156 | Shall we meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
157 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
158 | Press on, press on, tho' doubts arise | | | | | | | |
159 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
160 | I'm going to yonder bright glory | | | | | | | |
161 | O sing of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
162 | We're on the ocean sailing, Our home's beyond the tide | | | | | | | |
163 | The harvest field's already white | | | | | | | |
164 | Our home beyond, forever fair | | | | | | | |
165 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
166 | There's a land far away, 'mid the stars, we are told | | | | | | | |
167 | There is a place of waveless rest, Far, far beyond, the skies | | | | | | | |
168 | One hundred years ago, one hundred years, Our bark o'er billowy seas | | | | | | | |
169b | On thy truth and grace relying | | | | | | | |
171 | We hail our bright centennial year | | | | | | | |
172 | That thou, O God, didst first inspire | | | | | | | |
173 | Blessed Christ, thou risen Saviour | | | | | | | |
174a | When shall we meet again? Meet ne'er to sever? | | | | | | | |
174b | Priase God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]