# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
102 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
103 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
104 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
105 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
106 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
107 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
108 | Return, O wanderer, now return | | | | | | | |
109 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
110 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
111 | How sweetly flowed the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
112 | "Come up hither; come away" | | | | | | | |
113 | Come to the ark, come to the ark | | | | | | | |
114 | Come, weary souls, with sin distressed | | | | | | | |
115 | Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest? | | | | | | | |
116 | Give to the Lord thine heart | | | | | | | |
117 | Haste, trav'ler, haste! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
118 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
119 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
120 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
121 | God calling yet!--shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
122 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
123 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
124 | Take my heart, O Father, take it! | | | | | | | |
125 | Out of the depths of woe | | | | | | | |
126 | Depth of mercy!--can there be | | | | | | | |
127 | My soul! be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
128 | I will love thee, all my treasure | | | | | | | |
129 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
130 | I would love thee, God and Father! | | | | | | | |
131 | Gently, Lord! oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
132 | If through unruffled seas | | | | | | | |
133 | Still with thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
134 | Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
135 | My God, my Father, blissful name! | | | | | | | |
136 | My soul doth long for thee | | | | | | | |
137 | Thou, O Lord, wilt never leave me | | | | | | | |
138 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
139 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
140 | O let him whose sorrow | | | | | | | |
141 | Jesus! the very thought of thee | | | | | | | |
142 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | BARROW | | | | | | |
143 | I love the Lord who died for me | | | | | | | |
144 | My spirit, on thy care | | | | | | | |
145 | Saviour! happy would I be! | | | | | | | |
146 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
147 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
148 | I feel within a want | | | | | | | |
149 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
150 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
151 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus, who upon the tree | | | | | | | |
153 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
154 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
155 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
156 | With love the Saviour's heart o'erflowed | | | | | | | |
157 | Meek and lowly, pure and holy | | | | | | | |
158 | The Spirit, like a peaceful dove | | | | | | | |
159 | Lord, what off'ring shall we bring | | | | | | | |
160 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
161 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
162 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
163 | Oft in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
164 | Stand up!--stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
165 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
166 | Think gently of the erring one! | | | | | | | |
167 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
168 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
169 | Jesus, cast a look on me! | | | | | | | |
170 | Oh that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
171 | Calm me, my God, and keep me calm | | | | | | | |
172 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord! | | | | | | | |
173 | Father! whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
174 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
175 | Oh, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
177 | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
178 | Through the love of God our Saviour | | | | | | | |
179 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
180 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
181 | Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest | | | | | | | |
182 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
183 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
184 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
185 | Star of peace! to wanderers weary | | | | | | | |
186 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
187 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
188 | Oh, God, beneath thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
189 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
190 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
191 | O Lord our God! arise | | | | | | | |
192 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
193 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean! | | | | | | | |
194 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
195 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
196 | My few revolving years | | | | | | | |
197 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
198 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
199 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
200 | Father, when thy child is dying | | | | | | | |