# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
137a | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | | | |
137b | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
138 | It was not sleep that bound my sight | | | | | | | |
140 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
141 | See, sinners, in the Gospel glass | | | | | | | |
142 | Run Christian racer run | | | | | | | |
143 | Thou, Lord, on whom I still depend | | | | | | | |
144 | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath | | | | | | | |
145 | Where shall my wond'ring soul begin? | | | | | | | |
146 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
147 | Jesus, thou soul of all our joys | | | | | | | |
148 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
149 | Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly | | | | | | | |
150 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
151 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
152 | What sound is this salutes my ear? | | | | | | | |
154 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
155 | How happy, gracious Lord! are we | | | | | | | |
156 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
157 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
158a | Hasten, sinner to be wise | | | | | | | |
158b | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
159a | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
159b | Lord, whom winds and seas obey | | | | | | | |
160 | Come, and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
161 | Who are these array'd in white | | | | | | | |
162a | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
162b | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
163a | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
163b | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
164a | Sinners turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
164b | Christ, the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
165 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
166 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
167 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
168 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
169 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
170 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
171 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
172 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
173 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
174 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
176 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
177 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
178 | Safely thro' another week | | | | | | | |
179 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
180 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
181 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
182 | Jesus I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
184 | Come, ye that love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
185 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
186 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
187a | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
187b | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
188 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
189 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
190 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
191 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
192 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
194 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
195 | Except the Lord conduct the plan | | | | | | | |
196 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
197 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
198 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
199 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
200 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
201 | 'Mid scenes of affliction, with sorrow oppressed | | | | | | | |
202 | Why sleep we, my brethren, Come let us arise | | | | | | | |
204 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
205 | I would not live always; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
206 | What seraph-like music falls sweet on my ear | | | | | | | |
207 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
208 | Though trouble assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
209 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
210 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
211 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
212 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
214 | The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian, and guide | | | | | | | |
215a | Jesus all-redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
215b | Lord of hosts! to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
216 | When shall I see the day | | | | | | | |
217a | Why that soul's commotion | | | | | | | |
217b | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
218 | Hark, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
219 | What tho' the clouds of doubt arise | | | | | | | |
220 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
222 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu! | | | | | | | |
223 | There's a friend above all others | | | | | | | |
224 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
225 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
226 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
227a | Mid scenes of affliction with sorrow oppressed | | | | | | | |
227b | O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit | | | | | | | |
228 | Sinner go, will you go | | | | | | | |
229 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
230 | Tho' nature's strength decay | | | | | | | |
231 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
232 | Come away to the skies, My beloved arise | | | | | | | |
233 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here | | | | | | | |
234 | Joyfully, Joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |