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101 | Disciples of Jesus, why stand ye here idle | | | | | | | |
102 | Cling to the Mighty One | | | | | | | |
103 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
104 | Where do you journey, my brother | | | | | | | |
105 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
106 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
107 | I'm working for the Master | | | | | | | |
108 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | | | |
109 | I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet | | | | | | | |
110 | As God has kindly blessed us | | | | | | | |
111 | I'm kneeling, Lord, at mercy's gate | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus the water of life will give | | | | | | | |
113 | Long my spirit pined in sorrow | | | | | | | |
114 | Oh, if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
115 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
116 | Weep for the fallen! hang your heads in sorrow | | | | | | | |
117[148] | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
118 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
119 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
120 | Bright home of our Saviour, what glories await | BRIGHT HOME | | | | | | |
121 | Hark! the Gospel trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
122 | Blessed Bible! how I love it! | | | | | | | |
123 | We've listed in a holy war | | | | | | | |
124 | God has said, Forever blessed | | | | | | | |
125 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | [How pleasant thus to dwell below] | | | | | | |
126 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
127 | O,h what are you going to do, brother? | | | | | | | |
128 | A crown of glory bright | | | | | | | |
129 | Joyfully, Joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
130 | My latest sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
131 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
132 | He leadeth me! oh! blessed thought | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye soldiers of the Cross, rise and put your armor on | | | | | | | |
134 | Softly on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
135 | I love to tell the story | | | | | | | |
136 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
137 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
138 | Come unto Jesus, ye that mourn | | | | | | | |
139 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
140 | Dear comrade pilgrims of the cross | | | | | | | |
141 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
142 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |
143 | This is not my place of resting | | | | | | | |
144 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
145 | O, think of a home over there | | | | | | | |
146 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
147 | Oh, come to Jesus now | | | | | | | |
148 | Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
149 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
150 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
151 | Oh, could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
153 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
154 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
155 | Oh, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
156 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
157 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
158 | Oh, why should gloomy thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
159 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
160 | How sad our state by nature is | | | | | | | |
161 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
162 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
163 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
164 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
165 | Oh, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
166 | Plunged in the gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
167 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
168 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
169 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
170 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
171 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
172 | See, Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
174 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
175 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
176 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
177 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
178 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
179 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
180 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
181 | Why should we boast of time to come | | | | | | | |
182 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
183 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
184 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
185 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
186 | Come, let us join with one accord | | | | | | | |
187 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
188 | Oh, for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
189 | Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire | | | | | | | |
190 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
192 | Bless, O my soul! the living God | | | | | | | |
193 | Come, let us tune our loftiest song | | | | | | | |
194 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
195 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
196 | My heart is fix'd on thee, my God | | | | | | | |
197 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
198 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
199 | Come, O thou greater than our heart | | | | | | | |
200 | Behold! a stranger's at the door! | | | | | | | |
201 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |