# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
102 | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
103 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
104 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
105a | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
105b | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
105c | Stand up!--stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
106 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
107 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
108 | Beyond this life of hope [hopes] and fears | | | | | | | |
109 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
110 | Who came from heaven to ransom me | | | | | | | |
111 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
112 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
114 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, little soldiers, join in our band | | | | | | | |
117 | Where Babel's drooping willows stood | | | | | | | |
118 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
119a | Children of old hosannas sung | | | | | | | |
119b | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
119c | When Jesus to the temple came | | | | | | | |
120 | How bright the day, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
121 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
122 | A little ship was on the sea | | | | | | | |
123 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
124 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
125 | A song for our banner, the watchword recall | | | | | | | |
126 | Hosannah, Hosannah, Hosannah to the Son of David! | | | | | | | |
127 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]