# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart | | | | | | | |
101 | Oh, what a bright and blessed world | | | | | | | |
102 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
103 | See yon blaze of earthly splendor | | | | | | | |
104 | That city with the jewel'd crest | | | | | | | |
105 | Peace! Earth's last battle has been won | | | | | | | |
106 | What a world, with all its sorrows! | | | | | | | |
107 | Soon this corruptible Shall, from the tomb | | | | | | | |
108 | Bathed in unfallen sunlight | | | | | | | |
109 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
110 | Above the starry spheres | | | | | | | |
111 | He came! he came! that mighty Breath | | | | | | | |
112 | The Holy Ghost is here | | | | | | | |
113 | We are not left to walk alone | | | | | | | |
114 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
115 | Holy Spirit, in my breast | | | | | | | |
116 | God the Creator blessed | | | | | | | |
117 | O day of rest and gladness | | | | | | | |
118 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
119 | God of all grace, we bring to thee | | | | | | | |
120 | There is no sorrow, Lord, too light | | | | | | | |
121 | The Church's one foundation | | | | | | | |
122 | One sole baptismal sign | | | | | | | |
123 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
124 | Come in, thou blessed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
125 | Fountain of good, to own thy love | | | | | | | |
126 | O praise our God to-day | | | | | | | |
127 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord of glory, who hast bought us | | | | | | | |
129 | Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
130 | Lord, at this closing hour | | | | | | | |
131 | Thou, whose almighty word | | | | | | | |
132 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
133 | The Shepherd now was smitten | | | | | | | |
134 | 'Gainst what foeman art thou rushing | | | | | | | |
135 | Stand up!--stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
136 | Sounds the trumpet from afar! | | | | | | | |
137 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
138 | Go, labor on; spend, and be spent | | | | | | | |
139 | "Call them in"--the poor, the wretched | | | | | | | |
140 | How solemn are the words | | | | | | | |
141 | Father of mercies, hear | | | | | | | |
142 | God of union, God of love | | | | | | | |
143 | Again we meet, O Lord | | | | | | | |
144 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
145 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
146 | The author of salvation | | | | | | | |
147 | Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd | | | | | | | |
148 | Little children, Jesus calls you | | | | | | | |
149 | We are coming, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus bids me seek his face | | | | | | | |
151 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
152 | Be kind to thy father; for when thou wast young | | | | | | | |
153 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
154 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
155 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
156 | When his salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
157 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
158 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
159 | Lord Jesus, God and Man | | | | | | | |
160 | O, day by day, each Christian child | | | | | | | |
161 | Come, sing with holy gladness | | | | | | | |
162 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
163 | Now condescend, Almighty King! | | | | | | | |
164 | Now the day is over | | | | | | | |
165 | Thou God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
166 | Lead them, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
167 | Rest, for the little sleeper | | | | | | | |
168 | God hath bereav'd me of my child | | | | | | | |
169 | Heavenly Father! may thy love | | | | | | | |
170 | O Lord, whilst we confess the worth | | | | | | | |
171 | God of that glorious gift of grace | | | | | | | |
172 | O bread to pilgrims given | | | | | | | |
173 | By Christ redeemed, in Christ restored | | | | | | | |
174 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
175 | Lo, what a cloud of witnesses | | | | | | | |
176 | O Jesus, thou art standing | | | | | | | |
177 | Oh what, if we are Christ's | | | | | | | |
178 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move | | | | | | | |
179 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
180 | Oft in danger, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
181 | For man the Saviour shed | | | | | | | |
182 | An exile for the faith | | | | | | | |
183 | Far down the ages now | | | | | | | |
184 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
185 | Joyfully singing, now onward we move | | | | | | | |
186 | Sing we the martyrs blest | | | | | | | |
187 | Saviour, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
188 | Zion stands by hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
189 | A little flock; so calls he thee | | | | | | | |
190 | Fear not the foe, thou flock of God | | | | | | | |
191 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
192 | Let us now new anthems raise | | | | | | | |
193 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
194 | Ye servants of our glorious King | | | | | | | |
195 | Behold! a royal Bridegroom | | | | | | | |
196 | Awake, Jerusalem, rejoice! | | | | | | | |
197 | A sea of glass I saw | | | | | | | |
198 | Hark! the sound of holy voices | | | | | | | |
199 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |