# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
122 | By the shining angels | | | | | | | |
123 | We'll gather from the east and from the west | | | | | | | |
124 | There's a name that we love | | | | | | | |
125 | There's a beautiful island just now in our view | | | | | | | |
126 | There's a beautiful land far away from our sight | | | | | | | |
127 | 'Tis God's own hand that leadeth me | | | | | | | |
128 | A pilgrim and a stranger, I journey on my way | | | | | | | |
129 | Good night, 'tis thus in tuneful numbers | | | | | | | |
130 | O Pearl of Days! I love to wake | | | | | | | |
131 | Saviour, listen to our prayer | | | | | | | |
132 | O merry bells of Christmas | | | | | | | |
133 | Come, come to the Fountain of life | | | | | | | |
134 | I would love like the angels, and serve thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | By nature ruined and undone | | | | | | | |
136 | Why stand ye here idle? Work presses today | | | | | | | |
137 | O, weary feet, O, weary feet | | | | | | | |
138 | You are fighting a battle--Yes, my friend | | | | | | | |
140 | Joy! joy! joy! Joy! joy! joy! Joy at the pearly gates of light | | | | | | | |
142 | I've wandered, yes, wandered afar | | | | | | | |
143 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
144 | Let us pass over, the Master said | | | | | | | |
146 | We meet to hail the Christmas time | | | | | | | |
148 | Ring the bells merrily! ring loud and long! | | | | | | | |
149 | Jesus loves me, calls me brother | | | | | | | |
150 | There's a land of sparkling beauty | | | | | | | |
152 | Beautiful water, O, give it to me | | | | | | | |
153 | Come to the Saviour, children, today | | | | | | | |
154 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
155 | Glory be to the Father, Glory be to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
156a | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
156b | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
156c | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
156d | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
156e | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
157a | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
157b | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
157c | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
157d | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
157e | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]