# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God | | | | | | | |
d2 | And is this life prolonged to me | | | | | | | |
d3 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d4 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
d5 | Christ is coming, in the storm Working on the wretch | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, come, come, come to the place of prayer | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come heavenly love [dove], inspire my song | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d10 | Dear Savior, thy victorious love can every fear control | | | | | | | |
d11 | Faintly as tolls the evening chime | | | | | | | |
d12 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d13 | Farewell, farewell, to all below | | | | | | | |
d14 | Farewell, we meet no more on this side of heaven | | | | | | | |
d15 | Holy peaceful sabbath rest | | | | | | | |
d16 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d17 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d18 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d19 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |
d20 | Lo he comes from heaven descending sent to judge | | | | | | | |
d21 | Lord, hear a burdened sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
d22 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d23 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d24 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d25 | Sinners are bending low at the throne | | | | | | | |
d26 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
d27 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d28 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d29 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d30 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d31 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d32 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d34 | To thee, O my Savior, to thee will I cling | | | | | | | |
d35 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d36 | Up, shake off the bands of sleep | | | | | | | |
d37 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d38 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d39 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d40 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d41 | Ye newborn souls, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]