# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | No one can tell when the Saviour shall come | | | | | | | |
102 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
103 | Come unto me, all ye weary and worn | | | | | | | |
104 | Will you drink the flowing fountain? | | | | | | | |
105 | How happy ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
106 | See, the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
107 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
108 | Are you staying, safely staying | | | | | | | |
109 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
110 | We would praise thee and bless thee | | | | | | | |
111 | In the happy Eden | | | | | | | |
112 | They're gathering homeward from ev'ry land | | | | | | | |
113 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
114 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
115 | sinners turn, Why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
116 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee | | | | | | | |
117 | Each cooing dove and sighing bough | | | | | | | |
118 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
119 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
120 | Oh, I love to think how Jesus | | | | | | | |
121 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
122 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
123 | Hark! hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
124 | Ten thousand golden harps above | | | | | | | |
125 | To the heavenly Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
126 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
127 | Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
128 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
129 | Praise the Lord! praise the Lord! | | | | | | | |
130 | There stands a Rock on shores of time | | | | | | | |
131 | To Jesus, to Jesus, How precious and dear | | | | | | | |
132 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
133 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
134 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | What saith Jehovah, the Holy One | | | | | | | |
136 | "How goes the battle?" O watchman, tell! | | | | | | | |
137 | When the cry shall be made at the midnight | | | | | | | |
138 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
139 | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
140 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
141 | Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
142 | O Thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
143 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
144 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
145 | There is joy in heav'n today! | | | | | | | |
146 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
147 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
148 | We are workers, earnest workers | | | | | | | |
149 | How tedious and tasteless and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
150 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
151 | I have a Saviour - he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
152 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
153 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
154 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
155 | I know not the time of his coming | | | | | | | |
156 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
157 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
158 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
159 | I long to behold him arrayed | | | | | | | |
160 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
161 | Grace is a plant, where'er it grows | | | | | | | |
162 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
163 | Whosoever will may truly come | | | | | | | |
164 | Why lament the Christian dying? | [Why lament the Christian dying?] | | | | | | |
165 | Praise to the Saviour! praise to his name! | | | | | | | |
166 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
167 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! | | | | | | | |