# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Round the temperance standard rally | | | | | | | |
202 | Lift high the temperance banner! | | | | | | | |
203 | We're on the road that leads along | | | | | | | |
204 | The army of temperance is gathering its men | | | | | | | |
205 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
206 | Take the cross without repining | | | | | | | |
207 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
208 | Nothing, either great or small | | | | | | | |
209 | We are coming, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
210 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
211 | Hark! the mighty tones sublime | | | | | | | |
212 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
213 | Come, with all thy sorrow | | | | | | | |
214 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
215 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
216 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
217 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
218 | The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
219 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
220 | The Savior calls; let every ear | | | | | | | |
221 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
222 | Haste, sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
223 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
224 | Hark! I hear the Saviour calling | | | | | | | |
225 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
226 | My Saviour stands waiting, and knocks at the door | | | | | | | |
227 | “Whosoever heareth!” shout, shout the sound! | | | | | | | |
228 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
229 | Come, come to Jesus! | | | | | | | |
230 | Knocking, knocking--who is there? | | | | | | | |
231 | Come to the Saviour, make no delay | | | | | | | |
232 | Who'll be the next to follow Jesus? | | | | | | | |
233 | Oh, word of words the sweetest | | | | | | | |
234 | The Master is come, and calleth for thee | | | | | | | |
235 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
236 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
237 | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |
238 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
239 | Jesus is our pilot | | | | | | | |
240 | Jesus, to thy dear arms I flee | | | | | | | |
241 | Our times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
242 | There's rest on the bosom of Jesus | | | | | | | |
243 | Oh, if my house is built upon a rock | | | | | | | |
244 | He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought | | | | | | | |
245 | Precious Saviour, I have found thee | | | | | | | |
246 | When clouds hang darkly o'er my way | | | | | | | |
247 | Weeping will not save me | | | | | | | |
248 | Jesus, my strength, my hope! | | | | | | | |
249 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
250 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
251 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
252 | Blessed comfort! while I'm sleeping | | | | | | | |
253 | Tossed with rough winds, and faint with fear | | | | | | | |
254 | The shadow of the Rock! | | | | | | | |
255 | Sweet thought, my God! that on the palms | | | | | | | |
256 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
257 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
258 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
259 | Oh for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
260 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
261 | Weak and weary, poor and sinful | | | | | | | |
262 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
263 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
264 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
265 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
266 | Say, brothers, will you meet us? | | | | | | | |
267 | Broken in spirit | | | | | | | |
268 | Dare to do right! dare to be true! | | | | | | | |
269 | Oh, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
270 | Always with us, always with us | | | | | | | |
271 | Still with thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
272 | Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
273 | As pants the hart for water brooks | | | | | | | |
274 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
275 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
276 | We are pilgrims on the earth | | | | | | | |
277 | We are marching on with shield and banner bright | | | | | | | |
278 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
279 | Not what I feel or do | | | | | | | |
280 | Oh, we are the reapers that garner in | | | | | | | |
281 | We've listed in a holy war | | | | | | | |
282 | With harps and with viols there stand a great throng | | | | | | | |
283 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
284 | Toil on teachers, toil on boldly | | | | | | | |
285 | Have you any room for Jesus? | | | | | | | |
286 | We love our own dear Bethany | | | | | | | |
287 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
288 | Pilgrims we are, to Canaan bound | | | | | | | |
289 | Ho! my comrades, see the signal | | | | | | | |
290 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
291 | I gave my life for thee | | | | | | | |
292 | If we knew, when walking thoughtless | | | | | | | |
293 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
294 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
295 | There is work to do for Jesus | | | | | | | |
296 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
297 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
298 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
299 | Hark! hark! my soul; angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
300 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |