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116b | Watchmen! onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
117a | Thou! whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
117b | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
118a | Who can tell what notes of sadness | | | | | | | |
118b | When shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along? | | | | | | | |
119a | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
119b | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
120a | Children, have you read the story | | | | | | | |
120b | From the cross, uplifted high | | | | | | | |
121a | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
121b | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
122a | Jesus! lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly | | | | | | | |
122b | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
122c | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
123a | Come, children, raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
123b | To thee, my God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
124a | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
124b | O, thou who didst uphold my way | | | | | | | |
125a | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
125b | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
126a | It thunders, but I tremble not | | | | | | | |
126b | Like snow that falls where waters glide | | | | | | | |
127a | There was a noble ark | | | | | | | |
127b | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
128a | My soul, repeat His praise | | | | | | | |
128b | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
129a | Lord! I look for all to thee | | | | | | | |
129b | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
130 | Children, hear the melting story | | | | | | | |
130b | Come to Calvary's holy mountain | | | | | | | |
131a | Though dwelling with strangers around | | | | | | | |
131b | Chide mildly the erring - Kind language endears | | | | | | | |
132a | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
132b | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
133a | Call Jehovah thy salvation | | | | | | | |
133b | Lo! the mighty God appearing | | | | | | | |
134 | Amazing grace! - how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
134b | To-morrow, Lord! is thine | | | | | | | |
135a | Young children were to Jesus brought | | | | | | | |
135b | While passing a garden there fell on my ear | | | | | | | |
136a | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
136b | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
136c | Hark! 'tis the angels' song | | | | | | | |
137a | Come, rejoice in the Lord | | | | | | | |
137b | In the hour of keenest sorrow | | | | | | | |
138a | Summer days are coming | | | | | | | |
138b | The farmer ploughs and sows the fields | | | | | | | |
139a | God doth make the wind to blow | | | | | | | |
139b | God doth make the lightning flash | | | | | | | |
140a | Dear mother, earth's so beautiful | | | | | | | |
140b | Dear children, 'tis a fearful thing | | | | | | | |
141a | Be kind to thy father, for now he is old | | | | | | | |
141b | Be kind to each other, The night's coming on | | | | | | | |
142a | Young and happy while thou art | | | | | | | |
142b | My father raised his trembling hand | | | | | | | |
143a | O turn that little foot aside | | | | | | | |
143b | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
144a | Now is past the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
144b | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
144c | To God the Father, God the son | | | | | | | |
144d | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |