# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
26 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
27 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
28a | The God we worship now | | | | | | | |
28b | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
29a | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
29b | Death, 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
30a | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
30b | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
31a | Grace! 'Tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
31b | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
32a | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
32b | So fades the lovely blooming flow'r | | | | | | | |
33a | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
33b | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
34a | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
34b | Our school now closes out | | | | | | | |
35 | Our bondage, it shall end by and by, by and by | | | | | | | |
36a | My soul repeat His praise | | | | | | | |
36b | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
37a | Young ladies, all attention give | | | | | | | |
37b | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
38a | His hoary frost, His fleecy snow | | | | | | | |
38b | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
39a | Do not I love Thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
39b | Blest Jesus, while in mortal flesh | | | | | | | |
40 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
41 | A home in heav'n! What a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
42 | Say, now ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
43 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
44 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
45a | Amazing grace! How sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
45b | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
46 | Shall we ever meet again at the house, at the house | | | | | | | |
47a | Salvation, O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
47b | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
48a | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
48b | Thou Man of grief, remember me | | | | | | | |
49a | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
49b | Will God forever cast us off? | | | | | | | |
50 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]