# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
200 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | |  | |
201 | What seraph-like music falls sweet on the ear | | | | | |  | |
202 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | |  | |
203 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | |  | |
204 | Oh, we're a band of brethren dear | | | | | |  | |
205 | We have heard from that bright, that holy land | | | | | |  | |
206 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | |  | |
207 | What vessel are you sailing in? | | | | | |  | |
208 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | |  | |
209 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | |  | |
210 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | |  | |
211 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | |  | |
212 | Children of God, renounce your fear | | | | | |  | |
213 | Weep not around my bier | | | | | |  | |
214 | Hark! the Gospel news is sounding | | | | | |  | |
215 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain | | | | | |  | |
216 | Farewell to sin and sorrow | | | | | |  | |
217 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | |  | |
218 | Come, all ye wandering pilgrims dear | | | | | |  | |
219 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | |  | |
220 | Come, angels, seize your harps of gold | | | | | |  | |
221 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | |  | |
222 | Go, worship at Emmanuel's feet | | | | | |  | |
223 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | |  | |
224 | Come, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | |  | |
225 | Brethren, see poor sinners round you | | | | | |  | |
226 | Thro' the love of God our Saviour | | | | | |  | |
227 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | |  | |
228 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | |  | |
229 | By thy birth, and by thy tears | | | | | |  | |
230 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | |  | |
231 | Now condescend, Almighty King | | | | | |  | |
232 | When two or three together meet | | | | | |  | |
233 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | |  | |
234 | Brethren, here are mourners pleading | | | | | |  | |
235 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | |  | |
236 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | |  | |
237 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | |  | |
238 | No sickness there | | | | | |  | |
239 | What ship is this that is sailing by? | | | | | |  | |
240 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | |  | |
241 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | |  | |
242 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | |  | |
243 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | |  | |
244 | O tell me where my mother is gone | | | | | |  | |
245 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | |  | |
246 | Stand up for Jesus! | | | | | |  | |
247 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | |  | |
248 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | |  | |
249 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | |  | |
250 | Here we suffer grief and pain | | | | | |  | |
251 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | |  | |
252 | Come! said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | |  | |
253 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | |  | |
254 | Ye golden lamps of heav'n, farewell | | | | | |  | |
255 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | |  | |
256 | When marshaled on the nighty plain | | | | | |  | |
257 | The voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain" | | | | | |  | |
258 | Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore thee | | | | | |  | |
259 | I am weary of my sin | | | | | |  | |
260 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | |  | |
261 | To-day if you will hear his voice | | | | | |  | |
262 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise! | | | | | |  | |
263 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | |  | |
264 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | |  | |
265 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | |  | |
266 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | |  | |
267 | Holy Spirit! Fount of blessing | | | | | |  | |
268 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord | | | | | |  | |
269 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | |  | |
270 | Heart, be still! in the darkness of thy woe | | | | | |  | |
271 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | |  | |
272 | When the last trumpet's sound, shakes the earth all round | | | | | |  | |
273 | The people called Christians | | | | | |  | |
274 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | |  | |
275 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | |  | |
276 | Come, and let us sweetly join | | | | | |  | |
277 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | |  | |
278a | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | |  | |
278b | No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath | | | | | |  | |
279 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | |  | |
280 | I'm glad salvation's free | | | | | |  | |
281 | Pilgrim, is thy journey drear? | | | | | |  | |
282 | Safely thro' another week | | | | | |  | |
283 | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | |  | |
284 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | |  | |
285 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | |  | |
286 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | |  | |
287 | When we reach a quiet dwelling | | | | | |  | |
288 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | |  | |
289 | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | |  | |
290 | Parted many a toil spent year | | | | | |  | |
291 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | |  | |
292 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
293 | My soul, Oh Lord, on thee relies | | | | | |  | |
294 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | |  | |
295 | Deal gently, dear Saviour, deal gently with me | | | | | |  | |
296 | I love this pure religion | | | | | |  | |
297 | I'm on the way to Canaan | | | | | |  | |
298 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | |  | |