# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | I hear the Saviour say | | | | | | | |
202 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
203 | O think of the home over there | | | | | | | |
204 | I gave My life for thee | | | | | | | |
205 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
206 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
207 | Sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
208 | We praise Thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
209 | Whosoever, on Jesus, his Son, will believe | | | | | | | |
210 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
211 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
212 | Behold a Stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
213 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
214 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
215 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
216 | Take my life, and let it be | | | | | | | |
217 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
218 | I love to tell the story | | | | | | | |
219 | More love to Thee, O Christ | | | | | | | |
220 | Rescue the perishing | | | | | | | |