# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd | | | | | | | |
202 | Little hearts and little hands | | | | | | | |
203 | Seek the blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
204 | Let me learn of Jesus | | | | | | | |
205 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
206 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
207 | The prize is set before us | | | | | | | |
208 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
209 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
210 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
211 | When we get home to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
212 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
213 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
214 | O think of the home over there | | | | | | | |
215 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
216 | When saints gather round thee dear Saviour, above | | | | | | | |
217 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
218 | On the sweet Eden shore, so peaceful and bright | | | | | | | |
219 | Beyond life's raging fever | | | | | | | |
220 | Breaking through the clouds that gather | | | | | | | |
221 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
222 | When He cometh, when he cometh | | | | | | | |
223 | We're going home | | | | | | | |
224 | Jerusalem, the golden | | | | | | | |
225 | I may not know all the joyful songs of heaven | | | | | | | |
226 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
227 | Our souls are in his mighty hand | | | | | | | |
228 | Gathering homeward from every land | | | | | | | |
229 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
230 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
231 | The morning bright with rosy light | | | | | | | |
232 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
233 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
234 | Happy the home when God is there | | | | | | | |
235 | Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
236 | Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear me | | | | | | | |
237 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
238 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
239 | See, the church of Christ arises | | | | | | | |
240 | There's a demon in the glass—Dash it down! | | | | | | | |
241 | Wake from intemperance | | | | | | | |
242 | Merry laughing, sparkling water | | | | | | | |
243 | 'Tis but the social, friendly glass | | | | | | | |
244 | God save our gracious Queen | | | | | | | |
245 | God bless our native land | | | | | | | |
246 | Day by day the manna fell | | | | | | | |
247 | The Master is come, and calleth for thee | | | | | | | |
248 | Oh, happy is the child who hears | | | | | | | |
249 | Firmly stand for God in the world's mad strife | | | | | | | |
250 | Lo! a fountain full and free | | | | | | | |
251 | Sing them over again to me | | | | | | | |
252 | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
253 | Let him to whom we now belong | | | | | | | |
254 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
255 | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
256 | He leadeth me! Oh! blessed thought | | | | | | | |
257 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
258 | Jesus, my Truth, my Way | | | | | | | |
259 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
260 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
261 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
262 | The streets of the city are full | | | | | | | |
263 | Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most holy | | | | | | | |
264 | The sea is wildly tossing | | | | | | | |
265 | Oh, now I see the crimson wave | | | | | | | |
266 | Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow | | | | | | | |
267 | The sun may raise the grass to life | | | | | | | |
268 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
269 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
270 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
271 | Lord, I would own thy tender care | | | | | | | |
272 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
273 | Let us with a gladsome mind | | | | | | | |
274 | To thy father and thy mother | | | | | | | |
275 | God of pity, God of grace | | | | | | | |
276 | I love to sing of that great Power | | | | | | | |
277 | Jesus, from Thy throne on high | | | | | | | |
278 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
279 | Be not swift to take offense | | | | | | | |
280 | Weeping will not save me | | | | | | | |
281 | "Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
282 | Ho, my comrades! see the signal | | | | | | | |
283 | Never be faint or weary | | | | | | | |
284 | We are marching on with shield and banner bright | | | | | | | |
285 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
286 | When this song of praise shall cease | | | | | | | |
287 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
288 | Wake the song of joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
289 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
290 | Father, from thy throne of glory | | | | | | | |
291 | On to the conflict, soldiers for the right | | | | | | | |
292 | Conducted by thy hand | | | | | | | |
293 | Young soldiers of the Legion | | | | | | | |
294 | Be present at our table, Lord | | | | | | | |
295 | We thank thee, Lord, for this our food | | | | | | | |
296 | One more hymn we'll sing at parting | | | | | | | |
297 | Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
298 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
299 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
300 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |