# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | By faith we already behold | | | | | | | |
2 | "We would see Jesus" | | | | | | | |
3 | Sing of Jesus--of his mercy | | | | | | | |
4 | A cry comes over the deep | | | | | | | |
5 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
6 | There's seed time and harvest, but who can foretell | | | | | | | |
7 | Our home beyond forever fair | | | | | | | |
8 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
9 | In our homes and on our way | | | | | | | |
10 | Anywhere with Jesus, saith the Christian heart | | | | | | | |
11 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, Come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
12 | Leaning on thee, my Guide and Friend | | | | | | | |
13 | Thrust in the sickle, reap for God | | | | | | | |
14 | His name yields the richest perfume | | | | | | | |
15 | Closer to thee, my Father, draw me | | | | | | | |
16 | Amid the shadows and the fears | | | | | | | |
17 | There's a light on the dark and surging deep | [There's a light on the dark and surging deep] | | | | | | |
18 | Hark! a warning voice within | | | | | | | |
19 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
20 | O holy Savior, Friend unseen | | | | | | | |
21 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
22 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
23 | We sing There'll be something for childen to do | | | | | | | |
24 | We will work, we will work while yet it is day | | | | | | | |
25 | There is no love like the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
26 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
27 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
28 | Look to the shore, brother, look to the shore | | | | | | | |
29 | Up, heir of heaven | | | | | | | |
30 | Jerusalem! Jerusalem! It is not to behold | | | | | | | |
31 | I have dreamed sweet dreams of a better home | | | | | | | |
32 | All hail the day of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
33 | There's a star that shines on the blest highway | | | | | | | |
34 | Rejoice, O yes, rejoice, rejoice | | | | | | | |
35 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
36 | Praise ye the Lord, all ye moorlands and mountains | | | | | | | |
37 | Away to the field, for the harvest is white | | | | | | | |
38 | We love the sunny days of Spring | | | | | | | |
39 | Shout for joy! come before the Lord with singing | | | | | | | |
40 | Beyond the scenes of toil and pain | | | | | | | |
41 | What is it that adorns the daily life | | | | | | | |
42 | Give glory to God for his wonderful love | | | | | | | |
43 | Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands | | | | | | | |
44 | I love to sing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
45 | O songs of faith that pilgrims sing! | | | | | | | |
46 | No book is like the Bible | | | | | | | |
47 | What dost thou here? | | | | | | | |
48 | Arise, my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
49 | Do you hear the Savior calling | | | | | | | |
50 | There stands a Rock, on shores of time | | | | | | | |
51 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
52 | Fear not the gloom of midnight | | | | | | | |
53 | We are laboring on in the cause of Jesus | | | | | | | |
54 | Father, in the morning | | | | | | | |
55 | I will follow Jesus whither he may lead | | | | | | | |
56 | In God we trust! He is our strong defense | | | | | | | |
57 | We never will think there is naught we can do | | | | | | | |
58 | Give! give! cheerfully give | | | | | | | |
59 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
60 | Courage, brother, do not stumble | | | | | | | |
61 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
62 | We are toiling up the way | | | | | | | |
63 | He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought! | | | | | | | |
64 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
65 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
66 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | | | |
67 | We'll lay our heavy burdens down | | | | | | | |
68 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
69 | Beautiful forms in mellow light | | | | | | | |
70 | I know not the hour when my Lord will come | | | | | | | |
71 | When the march of life is over | | | | | | | |
72 | Our Father who art in heaven; hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
73 | When I shall awake in that fair morn of morns | | | | | | | |
74 | Come to the fountain flowing deep and wide | | | | | | | |
75 | Who, who are these beside the chilly wave | | | | | | | |
76 | The music of Heaven is sweeter in measure | | | | | | | |
77 | Gather the cherished ones | | | | | | | |
78 | Oh, there is a beautiful city | | | | | | | |
79 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
80 | Tell us not the world's a barren waste | | | | | | | |
81 | 'Tis not for man to trifle! | | | | | | | |
82 | There's a kingdom above | | | | | | | |
83 | Hear you ever angels singing | | | | | | | |
84 | Where the merry birds are singing | | | | | | | |
85 | Onward speed thy conqu'ring flight | | | | | | | |
86 | Touch not the cup! 'twill be death to thy soul | [Touch not the cup] | | | | | | |
87 | Oh, touch it not, for deep within | | | | | | | |
88 | Raise your banner high in air | | | | | | | |
89 | Help, Lord! stretch forth thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
90 | We will rally to the standard | | | | | | | |
91 | The mistakes of my life have been many | | | | | | | |
92 | Saints of God! the dawn is bright'ning | | | | | | | |
93 | Go, work in my vineyard, there's plenty to do | | | | | | | |
94 | The voice of the Master, disciples, is calling | | | | | | | |
95 | I need thee every hour | | | | | | | |
96 | I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aften-whiles | | | | | | | |
97 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
98 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
99 | Oh, what blessed peace is mine | | | | | | | |
100 | In the march of life, thro' the toil and strife | | | | | | | |