# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
701 | When we hear the music ringing | | | | | | | |
702 | Here we are but straying pilgrims | | | | | | | |
703 | There were ninety and nine that safely lay | | | | | | | |
704 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
705 | Yield not to temptation, | | | | | | | |
706 | Almost persuaded now to believe | | | | | | | |
707 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
708 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
709 | I am waiting for the master | | | | | | | |
710 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
711 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
712 | Lo the army of our king | | | | | | | |
713 | It is good to be here with Jesus our Lord | [It is good to be here with Jesus our Lord] | | | | | | |
714 | Lead me, O my heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
715 | Thy precious side was riven | | | | | | | |
716 | Have you worked in the Master's vineyard | | | | | | | |
717 | Are you doers of the word | | | | | | | |
718 | Down in the valley with my Savior I would go where the flowers | | | | | | | |
719 | Work when the morning shineth, work when the noonday gleams | | | | | | | |
720 | Out of sadness into gladness | | | | | | | |
721 | He that [who] goeth forth with weeping, Bearing [sowing] precious seed in love | | | | | | | |
722 | Are you Christ's light bearer | | | | | | | |
723 | In the desert of sorrow and sin | | | | | | | |
724 | There is no love like the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
725 | Will your anchor hold in the storms of life | [Will your anchor hold in the storms of life] | | | | | | |
726 | The Lord is risen, through the gloom | | | | | | | |
727 | He is risen, he is risen, tell it | | | | | | | |
728 | Trust on, trust on, believer | | | | | | | |
729 | The kingdom of earth pass away | | | | | | | |
730 | I ask not, Lord, for less to bear, Of burdens | | | | | | | |
731 | Have you heard the olden story | | | | | | | |
732 | Who is on the Lord's side, Always true | | | | | | | |
733 | Are you walking in his footsteps | | | | | | | |
734 | There's much we can do if we work with a will | | | | | | | |
735 | High o'er the hills of duty | | | | | | | |
736 | Do you see the beacon gleaming | [Do you see the beacon gleaming] | | | | | | |
737 | Be the morning dark or fair | | | | | | | |
738 | O love, beyond our highest thought | | | | | | | |
739 | Hark, the throng of angel voices | | | | | | | |
740 | Blessed are they who do [keep] his commandments | | | | | | | |
741 | My Redeemer walks beside me | | | | | | | |
742 | We saw thee not, when thou didst tread [come] | | | | | | | |
743 | O brothers, do your feet grow weary | | | | | | | |
744 | There are lights by the shore [in the harbor] of that country | | | | | | | |
745 | Past the toil, the pain, the conflict | | | | | | | |
746 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
747 | When Jesus rules the nations | | | | | | | |
748 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
749 | Savior, grant me rest and peace | | | | | | | |
750 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
751 | No eye hath seen the treasures | | | | | | | |
752 | Behold, I stand at your door and knock | | | | | | | |
753 | Sooner or later the wrong will be righted | | | | | | | |
754 | Fear not, little flock, says the Savior | | | | | | | |
755 | O God, unseen, yet [but] ever near, thy presence | | | | | | | |
756 | O I wonder when Jesus is coming again | | | | | | | |
757 | Saints of God the dawn is brightening | | | | | | | |
758 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
759 | Within the holy book of life | | | | | | | |
760 | Are you weary, are you heavy hearted | | | | | | | |
762 | There's a wonderful story I've heard long ago | | | | | | | |
763 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
764 | I will tell of the Savior who died | | | | | | | |
765 | Life is like a sunlit stream | | | | | | | |
766 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
767 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
768 | Where'er our path may lead | | | | | | | |
769 | I have heard of the joy of the soul's sweet home | | | | | | | |
770 | One step at a time, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
771 | Just over the river, just over the river I'm told | | | | | | | |
772 | After the voyage and the water's mad riot | | | | | | | |
773 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
774 | I know I love thee better, Lord | | | | | | | |
775 | Closer to thee, my Father, draw me | | | | | | | |
776 | I'll sing of that stream, of that [the] beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
777 | Father, in need I come to thee, and this shall be | | | | | | | |
778 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
779 | Called to the feast by the King are we | | | | | | | |
780 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
781 | Jesus is tenderly calling for thee, Calling for thee | | | | | | | |
782 | If the name of the Savior is precious to you | | | | | | | |
783 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
784 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
785 | Day by day my path grows clear | | | | | | | |
786 | How blest and joyous will be the glad day | | | | | | | |
787 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
788 | There is joy in heaven among the angels | | | | | | | |
789 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
790 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I fear | | | | | | | |
791 | Let the holy name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
792 | We wait the coming of the Lord | | | | | | | |
793 | I think I should mourn | | | | | | | |
794 | I saw a wayworn traveler | | | | | | | |
795 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
796 | O silvery sea of Galilee, In eastern land so fair | | | | | | | |
797 | Whoso heareth and doeth these sayings | | | | | | | |
798 | At the feast of Belshazzar | | | | | | | |
799 | He will come, our risen Lord | | | | | | | |
800 | Some day, some day, I know not when | | | | | | | |
801 | O thou who hast my ransom paid | | | | | | | |