# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | O Summer leaves decay | | | | | | | |
2 | Ye golden tints at eve of day | | | | | | | |
3 | The darkest night gives place to dawn | | | | | | | |
4 | Songs of Zion sweetly singing | | | | | | | |
5 | My life is not an aimless thing | | | | | | | |
6 | Pilgrims to the Better Land | | | | | | | |
7 | I do not fear to die | | | | | | | |
8 | Hail the morn! that bids us gladly | | | | | | | |
9 | O bind me with Thy bands, my Lord | | | | | | | |
10 | There is no sorrow in my soul | | | | | | | |
11 | O troubled soul, it is not night | | | | | | | |
12 | There is a land, a happy land | | | | | | | |
13 | O paradise most fair | | | | | | | |
14 | O heavenly land beyond the sun! | | | | | | | |
15 | O may I live as I would die | | | | | | | |
16 | Fret not, my soul; when trouble sore assails | | | | | | | |
17 | How can I serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
18 | When I heard the Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
19 | O was there ever love so great | | | | | | | |
20 | If I only have the Saviour | | | | | | | |
21 | O come and listen while I tell | | | | | | | |
22 | When darkness round my pillow creeps | | | | | | | |
23 | Thou hast gone before | | | | | | | |
24 | Blest Jesus, we Thy people come | | | | | | | |
25 | I see a cross, 'tis one of three | | | | | | | |
26 | O wherefore bore my Lord the cross | | | | | | | |
27 | See! the Man of sorrows dies | | | | | | | |
28 | I would not have a hand to guide | | | | | | | |
29 | Thou Morning Star of promise bright | | | | | | | |
30 | Low at Thy feet I bow | | | | | | | |
31 | O glorious Sun! than nature's sun more bright | | | | | | | |
32 | O 'bide with us, Lord Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
33 | Where'er I go my God hath been | | | | | | | |
34 | Treasures more than tongue can name | | | | | | | |
35 | O love of God so boundless | | | | | | | |
36 | God of love, when tears are falling | | | | | | | |
37 | Come join the choir of those who sing | | | | | | | |
38 | Late at eve I sang the praises | | | | | | | |
39 | How wonderful Thy majesty | | | | | | | |
40 | The linnet on the bough | | | | | | | |
41 | God who leads us every day | | | | | | | |
42 | All that I am | | | | | | | |
43 | When the dawn with gentle ray | | | | | | | |
44 | O happy day for sinners | | | | | | | |
45 | There is no friend like Jesus | | | | | | | |
46 | Brightest hours of childhood's day | | | | | | | |
47 | Hail, joyous morn! thy new-born light | | | | | | | |
48 | I am weary, let me rest | | | | | | | |
49 | Jesus, who for sinful man | | | | | | | |
50 | I come from heaven above | | | | | | | |
51 | I had a glimpse of the Rest of God | | | | | | | |