# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d102 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d104 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d105 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d107 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d108 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d109 | The earth, with all her fulness, owns Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d110 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d111 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d112 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d113 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d114 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d116 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d119 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d120 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
d121 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d122 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d123 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d124 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d125 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d126 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d127 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d128 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d129 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d130 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d131 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]