# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
101 | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | |  | |
102 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | |  | |
103 | He saves me, each moment He saves me | | | | | |  | |
104 | One there is above all others | | | | | |  | |
105 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | |  | |
106 | I love to tell the story | | | | | |  | |
107 | I hear Thy welcome voice | | | | | |  | |
108 | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | |  | |
109 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | |  | |
110 | What a shout was heard in the realms of light | | | | | |  | |
111 | We are but little children weak | | | | | |  | |
112 | Only a step to Jesus! | | | | | |  | |
113 | Holy Father, Thou hast taught me | | | | | |  | |
114 | Days and moments quickly flying | | | | | |  | |
115 | Holy Spirit, Lord of glory | | | | | |  | |
116 | Art thou weary, art thou languid? | | | | | |  | |
117 | Jesus keep me near the cross | | | | | |  | |
118 | Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul | | | | | |  | |
119 | Church of God, whose conqu'ring banners | | | | | |  | |
120 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | |  | |
121 | My Lord, in glory reigning | | | | | |  | |
122 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | |  | |
123 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | |  | |
124 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | |  | |
125 | Take the name of Jesus with you | | | | | |  | |
126 | O the name, the name of Jesus | | | | | |  | |
127 | I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory | | | | | |  | |
128 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | |  | |
129 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | |  | |
130 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | |  | |
131 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | |  | |
132 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
133 | From the first dawn of infant life | | | | | |  | |
134 | Jesus! Lover of my soul | | | | | |  | |
135 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | |  | |
136 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
137 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | |  | |
138 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed | | | | | |  | |
139 | Saviour, more than life to me | | | | | |  | |
140 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
141 | O come, all ye faithful, joyfully triumphant | | | | | |  | |
142 | Today Thy mercy calls us | | | | | |  | |
143 | Come thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | |  | |
144 | "Mercy, O Thou Son of David!" | | | | | |  | |
145 | Christian! dost thou see them | | | | | |  | |
146 | He leadeth me! O blessed tho't | | | | | |  | |
147 | Jesus, Saviour, pilot me | | | | | |  | |
148 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | |  | |
149 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | |  | |
150 | Sweet are the bells of the morning | | | | | |  | |
151 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | |  | |
152 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | |  | |
153 | How sweet will be the welcome home | | | | | |  | |
154 | Now I have found a Friend | | | | | |  | |
155 | Come, come to Jesus! He waits to welcome thee | | | | | |  | |
156 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | |  | |
157 | There's a gentle voice within calls away | | | | | |  | |
158 | I've reach'd the land of corn and wine | | | | | |  | |
159 | Pass me not, O gentle Saviour | | | | | |  | |
160 | O the song of the soul shall not die nor grow old | | | | | |  | |
161 | O God accept our hearts this day | | | | | |  | |
162 | Keep Thou my way, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
163 | "What shall I do then with Jesus?" | | | | | |  | |
164 | Saviour! Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | |  | |
165 | We're traveling home to heav'n above | | | | | |  | |
166 | O Lamb of God most lowly! | [O Lamb of God most lowly] | | | | |  | |
167 | When Jesus comes to reward His servants | | | | | |  | |
168 | Tell out the joyful tidings | | | | | |  | |
169 | Look to the precious Jesus | | | | | |  | |
170 | Hark! there comes a whisper stealing on thine ear | | | | | |  | |
171 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | |  | |
172 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | |  | |
173 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | |  | |
174 | Lord, I care not for riches | | | | | |  | |
175 | I hear the Saviour say, Thy strength indeed is small | | | | | |  | |
176 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | |  | |
177 | Yield not to temptation, For weakness is sin | | | | | |  | |
178 | Say, is your lamp burning my brother? | | | | | |  | |
179 | In some way or other The Lord will provide | | | | | |  | |
180 | Sing of Jesus, sing forever | | | | | |  | |
181 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | |  | |
182 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | |  | |
183 | 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give | | | | | |  | |
184 | Long, O Master, in Thy vineyard | | | | | |  | |
185 | Nearer, my God, to Thee! | | | | | |  | |
186 | A few more marchings weary | | | | | |  | |
187 | Jerusalem, the golden! | | | | | |  | |
188 | I know there's a rest that remaineth for me | | | | | |  | |
189 | Beautiful Zion built above | | | | | |  | |
190 | Beautiful Eden, refuge of peace | | | | | |  | |
191 | In the Rifted Rock I'm resting | | | | | |  | |
192 | I have read of a beautiful city | | | | | |  | |
193 | I have read of a beautiful city | | | | | |  | |
194 | There is a blessed Home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | |  | |
195 | I am waiting by the river | | | | | |  | |
196 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | |  | |
197 | How bright those glorious spirits shine | | | | | |  | |
198 | I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home | | | | | |  | |
199 | There is a land immortal | | | | | |  | |
200 | O think of a home over there | | | | | |  | |