# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
102 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
103 | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
104 | Gladly, brothers, gladly Wake the joyous strain | | | | | | | |
105 | Our loving Redeemer, we trust in thy word | | | | | | | |
106 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
107 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
108 | Little children, can you tell | | | | | | | |
109a | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
109b | Be kind to thy father, for now he is old | | | | | | | |
110 | We have gathered once more | | | | | | | |
111 | We have gathered once more, our Hosannas to bring | | | | | | | |
112 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
113 | Hark! how the cheerful morning bells | | | | | | | |
114 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
115 | Little child, do you love Jesus | | | | | | | |
116 | When the day with rosy light | | | | | | | |
117 | I am wretched, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
118 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]