# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
301 | Hark! what cry arrests my ear? | | | | | | | |
302 | O send the word Divine | | | | | | | |
303 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
304 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
305 | Hark! what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
306 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
307 | Christian! see, the orient morning | | | | | | | |
308 | Disown'd by heaven, by man oppress'd | | | | | | | |
309 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
310 | The sound of salvation is echo'd afar | | | | | | | |
311 | Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
312 | Yes, my native land! I love thee | | | | | | | |
313 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
314 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
315 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
316 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
317 | See that heathen mother stand | | | | | | | |
318 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
319 | Onward, onward, men of heaven! | | | | | | | |
320 | May we who teach the rising race | | | | | | | |
321 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
322 | Great God! with heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
323 | Sweet Sabbath-school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
324 | Delightful work! young souls to win | | | | | | | |
325 | Childhood and youth, how vain they seem | | | | | | | |
326 | Be the little ones instructed | | | | | | | |
327 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
328 | Jesus, united by thy grace | | | | | | | |
329 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
330 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
331 | Jesus, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
332 | Lift up your hearts to things above | | | | | | | |
333 | All praise to our redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
334 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
335 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
336 | Bless'd be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
337 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
338 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
339 | O God of Abra'm, hear | | | | | | | |
340 | To thee, our Father, God | | | | | | | |
341 | Ten thousand thanks to thee | | | | | | | |
342 | This book is all that's left me now! | | | | | | | |
343 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
344 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
345 | O'er each vanish'd scene of sorrow | | | | | | | |
346 | Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
347 | Our souls by love together drawn | | | | | | | |
348 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
349 | Zion, dreary | | | | | | | |
350 | O Lord, thy work revive | | | | | | | |
351 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
352 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
353 | Joy to the world; the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
354 | When, marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]