# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
72b | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
75 | The time is soon coming | | | | | | | |
77 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
80 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
81b | Come, all ye young people of every relation | | | | | | | |
83 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
84b | The day of the Lord--the day of salvation | | | | | | | |
85 | A story most lovely I'll tell | | | | | | | |
86 | Wake, Isles of the South! | | | | | | | |
88 | Come away to the skies, My beloved, arise | | | | | | | |
89a | O tell where the Dove has flown | | | | | | | |
89b | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
90 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
91 | O how I have long'd for the coming of God | | | | | | | |
92a | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
92b | Why should we start, or fear to die? | | | | | | | |
93 | And if you meet with troubles | | | | | | | |
94a | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
94b | No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard | | | | | | | |
95 | Soldiers, go, but not to claim | | | | | | | |
96 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
99 | I sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
101 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
104 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
105 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
106a | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
106b | Shall men pretend to pleasure | | | | | | | |
107 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
108 | Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears | | | | | | | |
112 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
115 | How splendid shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
120 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
121 | God is our refuge in distress | | | | | | | |
122 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
159a | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
159b | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
161 | O, if my soul was fomr'd for wo | | | | | | | |
162 | Great God, attend while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
163 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
164 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
165a | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
165b | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | | | |
166 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
167 | No burning heats by day | | | | | | | |
168a | Thy priase, O Lord, shall tune the lyre | | | | | | | |
168b | Lord, when my thoughs delighted rove | | | | | | | |
169 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
170 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
172 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
173a | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
173b | My refuge is the God of love | | | | | | | |
175 | The hill of Zion yields | | | | | | | |
176 | We're marching through Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
177 | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
178 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
180 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
181a | Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
181b | Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold | | | | | | | |
182 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
183a | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
183b | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
184 | Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife | | | | | | | |
187 | I heard a great voice from heav'n, saying unto me | | | | | | | |
189 | The Lord is ris'n indeed! Hallelujah! | | | | | | | |
192 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
193a | Oh when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
193b | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
194 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
195 | Oh when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
196 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
197 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
199 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
200a | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
200b | I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley | | | | | | | |
206 | I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number | | | | | | | |
210 | The morning sun shines from the east | | | | | | | |
213 | David the king was grieved and moved | | | | | | | |
214 | My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey | | | | | | | |
249 | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
250 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
252 | What wondrous love is this, oh! my soul! oh! my soul! | | | | | | | |
253 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
254 | Since man by sin has lost his God | | | | | | | |
256 | I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
257 | Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
271b | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
273 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
276b | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
277 | How precious, Lord, thy sacred word | | | | | | | |
278a | Ye nations of the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
279b | Ye trembling captives hear! | | | | | | | |
280b | To God our voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
281b | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
283 | How long, dear Jesus, oh! how long | | | | | | | |
284b | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
288 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
289 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
290a | Come ye who know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
290b | My dearest, lovely, native land | | | | | | | |
292 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |