# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
592 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
593 | Now condescend, Almighty king | | | | | | | |
594 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
595 | Must Simon bear his cross alone | | | | | | | |
596 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
597 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
598 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
599 | Lord, accept our feeble song! | | | | | | | |
600 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
601 | The church in her militant state | | | | | | | |
602 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
603 | O, come, come away! For time's career is closing | | | | | | | |
604 | O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended | | | | | | | |
605 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
606 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
607 | O, my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
608 | How precious is the name, brethren sing, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
609 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
610 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
611 | What vessel are you sailing in? | | | | | | | |
612 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
613 | What sound is this salutes my ear? | | | | | | | |
614 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
615 | Preserved by thine Almighty power | | | | | | | |
616 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
617 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
618 | When shall the saints forever rest | | | | | | | |
619 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
620 | Hark! the morning bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
621 | As Time's last sands seemed wasting | | | | | | | |
622 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu! | | | | | | | |
623 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
624 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
625 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
626 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
627 | Sinner, go, will you go | | | | | | | |
628 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
629 | Jesus, the Life, the Truth, the Way | | | | | | | |
630 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
631 | O how beautiful their feet | | | | | | | |
632 | Today, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
633 | O thou, who, when we did complain | | | | | | | |
634 | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
635 | The promises I sing | | | | | | | |
636 | Rejoice-- the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
637 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | | | |
638 | The Gospel train is coming | | | | | | | |
639 | Ye who rose to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
640 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
641 | That warning voice, O sinner hear! | | | | | | | |
642 | Little children, pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
643 | Hear us now, O our Father | | | | | | | |
644 | Nothing either great or small | | | | | | | |
645 | I'm going to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
646 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
647 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
648 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
649 | O careless sinners, come | | | | | | | |
650 | Come and reign; come and reign | | | | | | | |
651 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
652 | Long time, my Saviour, I've been waiting | | | | | | | |
653 | The judgment day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
654 | While toiling thro' earths howling waste | | | | | | | |
655 | O, behold the holy city | | | | | | | |
656 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
657 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
658 | The great, tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
659 | Onward time is rolling, fast the moments fly | | | | | | | |
660 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
661 | 'Round the world alarm is ringing | | | | | | | |
662 | Skeptic spare that book | | | | | | | |
663 | O Lord! hasten the time | | | | | | | |
664 | We shall greet them at home, we shall greet them | | | | | | | |
665 | Hear the glorious proclamation | | | | | | | |
666 | I love it, I love it, and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
667 | The midnight cry in mercy sounds | | | | | | | |
668 | When Christ, the Lord, was doom'd to die | | | | | | | |
669 | List to the joyful news sounding so clear | | | | | | | |
670 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
671 | The Bridegroom is coming, O hark, hear the cry! | | | | | | | |
672 | The people called Christians how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
673 | We'll meet ere long in our happy Eden home | | | | | | | |
674 | Though trouble assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
675 | I'm sighing for home, where the King in his glory | | | | | | | |
676 | The King in his beauty, by angels attended | | | | | | | |
677 | We're waiting still, dear Lord, for thee, thy promise to fulfil | | | | | | | |
678 | When shall I see the day | | | | | | | |
679 | List, ye mortals, hear the sound | | | | | | | |
680 | I walk a lonely pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
681 | We're going to the land | | | | | | | |
682 | Had I the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
683 | The angels soon are coming | | | | | | | |
684 | The old Israelites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
685 | In the world we shall have tribulation | | | | | | | |
686 | Holy Spirit! Fount of blessing | | | | | | | |
687 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
688 | There's a crown and a kingdom for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
689 | Glad is the hour, and propitious the sky | | | | | | | |
690 | The groaning creation doth wait | | | | | | | |
691 | Thou hast said, exalted Jesus | | | | | | | |