# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers | | | | | | | |
d3 | Arouse ye, children of the light | | | | | | | |
d4 | Be of good courage all along the line | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come close to the Savior, thy loving Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come unto me, all will be right | | | | | | | |
d7 | Don't wait until night to do the work | | | | | | | |
d8 | For all thy tender mercies | | | | | | | |
d9 | For the love of Christ, and in his name | | | | | | | |
d10 | From across the sea there comes | | | | | | | |
d11 | Go, ye heralds, God now calls you | | | | | | | |
d12 | Have you looked for the sheep on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hold thou my hand dear father in thine own | | | | | | | |
d14 | Holy Spirit from above, fill our hearts | | | | | | | |
d15 | I'll sing of a wonderful Savior | | | | | | | |
d16 | I'm a little foreign mission girl | | | | | | | |
d17 | Into palaces stately and fair | | | | | | | |
d18 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d19 | I've heard the call ringing far and wide | | | | | | | |
d20 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d21 | Lead the way, lead the way, there are many sad | | | | | | | |
d22 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d23 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d24 | O improve the golden moments | | | | | | | |
d25 | O sisters, come and tarry at the blessed mercy | | | | | | | |
d26 | Rest well, true friend, thy strife is o'er | | | | | | | |
d27 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d28 | Saved, saved, how I gladly will tell it | | | | | | | |
d29 | Sow beside the waters | | | | | | | |
d30 | Strength to the fainting ones | | | | | | | |
d31 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d32 | The rum seller's wife at the close of the day | | | | | | | |
d33 | There lived a saint in the olden time | | | | | | | |
d34 | Walking in the steps of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d35 | We can't afford to spend the hours | | | | | | | |
d36 | Welcome to our midst once more | | | | | | | |
d37 | Why dost thou wait | | | | | | | |
d38 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]