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101 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
102 | Go labour on; spend, and be spent | | | | | | | |
103 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
104 | Lord Jesus, as Thou wilt! | | | | | | | |
105 | Sing praise, the tomb is void | | | | | | | |
106 | Lowly, my soul, be lowly | | | | | | | |
107 | Be still, my soul, let nothing stir | | | | | | | |
108 | We have no home but heaven;--a pilgrim's garb we wear | | | | | | | |
109 | No gospel like this feast | | | | | | | |
110 | Faith is a very simple thing | | | | | | | |
111 | When far from the hearts where our fondest thoughts centre | | | | | | | |
112 | 'Tis not a lonely night watch | | | | | | | |
113 | Oh! Holy Ghost, eternal God | | | | | | | |
114 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, sinner, to the Gospel feast | | | | | | | |
116 | Go up, go up, my heart | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, I come to Thee | | | | | | | |
118 | Today mine, to-morrow thine! | | | | | | | |
119 | Praise the Lord, who died to save us | | | | | | | |
120 | There's nought on earth to rest upon | | | | | | | |
121 | Fighting the battle of life! | | | | | | | |
122 | "Be not weary," toiling Christian | | | | | | | |
123 | What of the night, watchman, what of the night? | | | | | | | |
124 | Come to the morning prayer | | | | | | | |
125 | The weary day is tarrying | | | | | | | |
126 | Know ye that better land | | | | | | | |
127 | Sound, sound the truth abroad | | | | | | | |
128 | Sweet is the solace of Thy love | | | | | | | |
129 | Whatever God does is well! | | | | | | | |
130 | While travelling through this wilderness | | | | | | | |
131 | Sing Hallelujah! Christ doth live | | | | | | | |
132 | Lord, take my heart just as it is | | | | | | | |
133 | Now I have found a Friend | | | | | | | |
134 | When the nations toss and roar | | | | | | | |
135 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
136 | Upon the stormy waters | | | | | | | |
137 | Oh! where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
138 | Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face | | | | | | | |
139 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
140 | The more the cross the nearer heaven | | | | | | | |
141 | Come let us join to sing of Jesus' love | | | | | | | |
142 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
143 | Wait my soul upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
144 | Rest, from anxious thought | | | | | | | |
145 | My prayer to the promise shall cling | | | | | | | |
146 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
147 | Oh! for the calm beyond the storms | | | | | | | |
148 | Blessed be God, our God! | | | | | | | |
149 | Lord! no guardian to defend me | | | | | | | |
150 | Hallelujah! I believe! | | | | | | | |
151 | I look to Jesus, and the cloud | | | | | | | |
152 | I'm but a stanger here | | | | | | | |
153 | Glory to God the Father be | | | | | | | |
154 | Mighty God! on whom the cares | | | | | | | |
155 | Pilgrim of earth, who art journeying to heaven! | | | | | | | |
156 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
157 | Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
158 | O Lord! I look to Thee | | | | | | | |
159 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
160 | I am wandering down life's shady path | | | | | | | |
161 | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | | | |
162 | "We are the Lord's." His all sufficient merit | | | | | | | |
163 | As thou wilt, my God! I ever say | | | | | | | |
164 | When morn awakes our hearts | | | | | | | |
165 | Thus far the Lord has led us, in darkness and in day | | | | | | | |
166 | I give Thee thanks unfeigned | | | | | | | |
167 | Leaning on Thee, my Guide and Friend | | | | | | | |
168 | When to my closet I repair | | | | | | | |
169 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
170 | Be steady, be steady, oh! my soul | | | | | | | |
171 | What God decrees, child of his love | | | | | | | |
172 | The way seems dark about me, overhead | | | | | | | |
173 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
174 | How sweet the Gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
175 | Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear | | | | | | | |
176 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
177 | Lie down, frail body, here | | | | | | | |
178 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
179 | Jesus in thy memory keep | | | | | | | |
180 | Sound the high praises of Jesus our King | | | | | | | |
181 | Oh! foolish heart, be still | | | | | | | |
182 | I am oppressed; my gracious God! | | | | | | | |
183 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
184 | He sitteth o'er the waterfloods | | | | | | | |
185 | O thou who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
186 | 'Tis not for man to trifle! Time is short | | | | | | | |
187 | Sinner, hear the Saviour's call | | | | | | | |
188 | Christ's grave is vacant now | | | | | | | |
189 | Father! whose hand hath led me so securely | | | | | | | |
190 | Sing, sing His lofty praise | | | | | | | |
191 | "Forward let the people go" | | | | | | | |
192 | With my whole heart to Thee I'll raise | | | | | | | |
193 | "Abide with me," Thou gracious Guide | | | | | | | |
194 | God of my life, how good, how wise | | | | | | | |
195 | Oft have I sat in secret sighs | | | | | | | |
196 | Birds have their quiet nest | | | | | | | |
197 | Gate of my heart, fly open wide | | | | | | | |
198 | Come, Thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
199 | I need Thee, precious Jesus! for I am full of sin | | | | | | | |
200 | Is it a long way off? | | | | | | | |