# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
95 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
96 | How serious is the chrage | WILLINGTON | | | | | | |
97 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
98 | Come, children, let your voices rise | MERRILL | | | | | | |
100 | How precious is the book divine | CORONATION | | | | | | |
101 | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
102 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | PICKERING | | | | | | |
103 | Mid scenes of affliction with sorrow oppressed | | | | | | | |
104 | Great God, attend, while children sing | PERRY | | | | | | |
105 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
106 | When sorrows encompass me round | [When sorrows encompass me round] | | | | | | |
108 | Faintly flow, thou gentle river | [Faintly flow, thou gentle river] | | | | | | |
109 | Let no word our look of sadness | | | | | | | |
110 | I saw a wide and well spread board | JUDGMENT | | | | | | |
111 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
112 | Today is added to our time | [Today is added to our time] | | | | | | |
113 | How blest the place where Jesus is | | | | | | | |
114 | Merrily, merrily rings the church bell | TRIUMPH | | | | | | |
115 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
116 | O come, come away! the Sabbath morn | [O come, come away! the Sabbath morn] | | | | | | |
117 | O come, come away, the Savior now is calling | | | | | | | |
118 | Far from my tho'ts, vain world, be gone | [Far from my tho'ts, vain world, be gone] | | | | | | |
119 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
120 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | [How painfully pleasing the fond recollection] | | | | | | |
122 | This book is all that's left me now | [This book is all that's left me now] | | | | | | |
124 | Mother, I'm dying now | [Mother, I'm dying now] | | | | | | |
126 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | [A home in heaven, what a joyful thought] | | | | | | |
128a | Our days are as the grass | BOYLSTON | | | | | | |
128b | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
129a | With humble heart and tongue | YOUNG | | | | | | |
129b | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
130 | Father of mercies, in thy word | WELSH | | | | | | |
131 | I love to have the Sabbath come | HEBRON | | | | | | |
132 | Though nature's strength decay | PORTLAND | | | | | | |
133 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | LANSDALE | | | | | | |
135 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
136 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | BALERMA | | | | | | |
137 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | [Were not the sinful Mary's tears] | | | | | | |
138 | Our Father who in heaven art | LORD'S PRAYER | | | | | | |
139 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
140 | How happy, Lord, thy children are | ABBOTT | | | | | | |
141 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]