# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
257 | Come, ye children, and adore him | | | | | | | |
258 | My latest sun is sinking fast | [My latest sun is sinking fast] | | | | | | |
259 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
260 | O! boatman, row me o'er the stream | | | | | | | |
261 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
262 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
263 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
264 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
265 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
266 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
267a | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
267b | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
268 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
269 | My father's growing old! his eye | | | | | | | |
270 | Out on the dark, raging waters we ride | | | | | | | |
271a | Asleep in Jesus! Blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
271b | A mourning class, a vacant seat | | | | | | | |
272a | We speak,we speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
272b | Fly away to thy long-sought home on high! | | | | | | | |
273 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
274 | Streaming mercy, how it flows | | | | | | | |
275 | Must Simon bear his cross alone | | | | | | | |
276 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
277 | I came to the spot where the poor pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
278 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
279 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
280 | The bright flag of America | | | | | | | |
281 | I'm with you once again, my friends | | | | | | | |
282 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
283 | Little trav'lers, Zionward | | | | | | | |
284 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
285 | Oh, boatman row me o'er the stream | | | | | | | |
286 | Tho' many and bright are the stars that appear | | | | | | | |
288 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
289 | Burst, ye em'rald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
290 | Beautiful Zion, built above | | | | | | | |
291 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
292 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
293 | Hail, ransomed world! awake to glory! | | | | | | | |
294 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
295 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]