# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | I am thinking today of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
102 | The seed I have scattered in springtime with weeping | | | | | | | |
103 | In a dreary land I wander | | | | | | | |
104 | Peace like a river is flooding my soul | | | | | | | |
105 | Have you heard the voice of Jesus whisper | | | | | | | |
106 | The bread that giveth [bringeth] strength I want to give | | | | | | | |
107 | How far is it called to the grave | | | | | | | |
108 | Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded | | | | | | | |
109 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
110 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus, thou the friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
112 | I am happy every day, I am happy all the way | | | | | | | |
113 | Lead me, Savior, gently lead, I pray | | | | | | | |
114 | Will you do what you can for the Master's cause | | | | | | | |
115 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
116 | You are writing your own book of life | | | | | | | |
117 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
118 | My life is full of sunshine, my heart o'erflows | | | | | | | |
119 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
120 | We are soldiers of the Lord, marching on | | | | | | | |
121 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
122 | In a lonely graveyard [churchyard], many miles away | | | | | | | |
123 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
124 | There's a tropical isle in the midst of the sea | | | | | | | |
125 | Father of mercies, wilt Thou hear | | | | | | | |
126 | We can make the whole day brighter | | | | | | | |
127 | Praise the name of Jesus for his tender care | | | | | | | |
128 | You may have the joybells ringing in your heart | | | | | | | |
129 | Another year has glided by | | | | | | | |
130 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
131 | O sing as you go, 'tis better, you know | | | | | | | |
132 | If the Savior journey with me | | | | | | | |
133 | There is a place to Christians dear | | | | | | | |
134 | Would you be a sunbeam filled with heaven's light | | | | | | | |
135 | If you are tired of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
136 | I read in the Bible a story | | | | | | | |
137 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
138 | Ring, ring the bells, the merry, merry Easter bells | | | | | | | |
139 | How jubilant and clear they ring | | | | | | | |
140 | O lovely Easter lilies, your petals fair unfold | | | | | | | |
141 | Night drew her robe about the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
142 | O theme of music's pages | | | | | | | |
143 | Our country, unrivaled in beauty | | | | | | | |
144 | Flag of a thousand battles | | | | | | | |
145 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
146 | O land of all earth's lands, the best | | | | | | | |
147 | Glory to God, Peace on [the] earth | | | | | | | |
148 | Our Lord Jehovah reigns above | | | | | | | |
149 | Sing to the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
150 | Let every heart rejoice and sing, Let choral anthems | | | | | | | |
151 | Ring, ring, ring, cheerfully ring | | | | | | | |
152 | Hail the Lord of glory | | | | | | | |
153 | O day of days that time can never dim | | | | | | | |
154 | Ring out, chiming bells of the morning | | | | | | | |
155 | Birds are singing, flower bells ringing | | | | | | | |
156 | Step by step, every day, He will lead us | | | | | | | |
157 | Little temples Lord are we | | | | | | | |
158 | Little feet so weak and tender | | | | | | | |
159 | Stepping lightly, singing brightly | | | | | | | |
160 | In the face of sin and wrong | | | | | | | |
161 | Trying to walk in the steps of the Savior | | | | | | | |
162 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
163 | We are a band of happy, happy children | | | | | | | |
164 | If a Christian meets a Christian | | | | | | | |
165 | The Master is calling for reapers today | | | | | | | |
166 | When the Prince of Peace was crowned | | | | | | | |
167 | I am waiting, calmly waiting | | | | | | | |
168 | Two babes were born in the self same town | | | | | | | |
169 | Come, all ye people, come join with saints and angels | | | | | | | |
170 | It was midnight in the valley | | | | | | | |
171 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
172 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
173 | Give thanks and sing unto the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
174 | Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill | | | | | | | |
175 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall never want or fear | | | | | | | |
176 | As the sweet flower, which scents the morn | | | | | | | |
177 | I heard a gentle voice today | | | | | | | |
178 | Is there light in thy soul, my brother | | | | | | | |
179 | Out in the fogs of transgression and sin | | | | | | | |
180 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
181 | We come this sacred day, O Lord | | | | | | | |
182 | Awake, awake, the Master now is calling | | | | | | | |
183 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
184 | There's a song of joy echoing over all the world | | | | | | | |
185 | Grandly our host is marching | | | | | | | |
186 | Ho ye idlers, standing in the busy marts | | | | | | | |
187 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
188 | Nearer the cross my heart can say | | | | | | | |
189 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
190 | Down in the valley with my Savior I would go where the flowers | | | | | | | |
191 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
192 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
193 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
194 | All the way my Savior leadeth me | | | | | | | |
195 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
196 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
197 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
198 | One more day's work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
199 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
200 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |