# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A burden was laid on my spirit | | | | | | | |
d2 | And can it be that I should gain [claim] | | | | | | | |
d3 | As by kind teachers we are led | | | | | | | |
d4 | Blessed, bright and shining [guiding] star | | | | | | | |
d5 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d6 | Fight on, fight on till we meet | | | | | | | |
d7 | Fight on, fight on till we meet | | | | | | | |
d8 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d9 | I am but a poor wayfarer, bearing oft a heavy load | | | | | | | |
d10 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d11 | I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet | | | | | | | |
d12 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d13 | I praise the Lord that one like me | | | | | | | |
d14 | I stand all bewildered [astonished] with wonder | | | | | | | |
d15 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
d16 | I'm a pilgrim and a stranger passing over | | | | | | | |
d17 | Jesus, thou art all compassion | | | | | | | |
d18 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
d19 | My body, soul and spirit, Jesus, I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d20 | O Christian, look up through the dim night | | | | | | | |
d21 | O come to me, said Jesus | | | | | | | |
d22 | O patiently wait for thy Savior | | | | | | | |
d23 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d24 | O the love of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d25 | O, what goodness does the Savior | | | | | | | |
d26 | O what has brought the children | | | | | | | |
d27 | Pilgrim, journeying feebly on | | | | | | | |
d28 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d29 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d30 | The flowing blood, the cleansing blood | | | | | | | |
d31 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d32 | The home where changes never come | | | | | | | |
d33 | There is a radiant, sunny clime | | | | | | | |
d34 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d35 | To the hall of the [that] feast came the [that] sinful | | | | | | | |
d36 | Today, dear Lord, today | | | | | | | |
d37 | We dwell this side of Jordan's stream | | | | | | | |
d38 | When gathering storms with dreadful | | | | | | | |
d39 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]