# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
102 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
103 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
104 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
105 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
106 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
107 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
108 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
109 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
110 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
111 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
112 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
113 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
114 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
115 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
116 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
117 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
118 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
119 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
120 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu! | | | | | | | |
121 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
122 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
123 | O how I love thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
124 | The day approaches, O my soul! | | | | | | | |
125 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
126 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
127 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber | | | | | | | |
128 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
129 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
130 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
131 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
132 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
133 | Hark! from the tombs a warning sound | | | | | | | |
134 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
135 | I'm but a traveler here | | | | | | | |
136 | Rise, my soul and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
137 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
138 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
139 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
140 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
141 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
142 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
143 | Thine early Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
144 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
145 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
146 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
147 | Come Christian brethren ere we part | | | | | | | |
148 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
149 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
150 | Now to the Lamb that once was slain | | | | | | | |
151 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]