# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
73b | Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees | | | | | | | |
74a | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
74b | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
75 | Jesus the Lamb of God hath bled | | | | | | | |
76a | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
76b | O how happy are the | | | | | | | |
77 | There is no other name like Jesus | | | | | | | |
78 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
79 | Jesus' name, so precious ever | | | | | | | |
80 | While I lean on Jesus' breast | | | | | | | |
81 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
82 | My soul is now united to Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
83a | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
83b | Come thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
84a | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
84b | To thee, our God and Savior, our hearts | | | | | | | |
85a | Saviour divine, I would be thine | | | | | | | |
85b | Come, in, come in, thou heav'nly guest | | | | | | | |
86 | O cherished day when Jesus said to me | | | | | | | |
87 | I'm a pilgrim, and a stranger, Rough and thorny is the road, Often | | | | | | | |
88 | My God I am thine, what a comfort [pleasure] divine | | | | | | | |
89 | 'Tis my Lord's meridian light | | | | | | | |
90a | Christian, awake, the light breaks o'er thee | | | | | | | |
90b | My God, I am thine, what a comfort divine | | | | | | | |
91a | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
91b | Father of spirits, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
91c | Now I have found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
92 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
93 | My spirit leaps with ecstasy | | | | | | | |
94 | O there is a fountain that never is dry | | | | | | | |
95a | How I long to be like Jesus | [How I long to be like Jesus] | | | | | | |
95b | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
96 | O precious thought, I found at last | | | | | | | |
97a | Come, my Saviour, with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
97b | Holy Spirit, Fount of blessing | | | | | | | |
98 | Lord, I perish, save, I cried | | | | | | | |
99a | There's a fountain in Jesus which always runs | | | | | | | |
99b | All glory and praise to Jesus our Lord | | | | | | | |
100a | Dear Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
100b | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
101 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
102a | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | [Watchman, tell me, does the morning] | | | | | | |
102b | Is there anybody here, like a sinking Peter? | | | | | | | |
103 | Let us kneel, for God is here | | | | | | | |
104 | Say, is your lamp burning, my brother | | | | | | | |
105 | Come, my brethren, let us labor | | | | | | | |
106 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
107 | Why stand ye here, the Master said | | | | | | | |
108 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
109 | Though the clouds are lowering round me | | | | | | | |
110 | If you cannot on the ocean sail among [amongst] the swiftest fleet | | | | | | | |
111 | Not thine own O teacher bought with blood | | | | | | | |
112 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
113 | Go work, for the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
114a | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
114b | Though hosts encamp around me | | | | | | | |
115a | 'Twas but a box of ointment | | | | | | | |
115b | Come, thou soul-transforming spirit | | | | | | | |
115c | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
116a | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
116b | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
117 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | | | |
118a | Christian brethren, one and all | | | | | | | |
118b | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
119 | Courage, ye pilgrims, in Jesus confide | | | | | | | |
120 | How often I am weary | | | | | | | |
121 | Sweep o'er us, light afflictions | | | | | | | |
122 | What are our light afflictions here | | | | | | | |
123 | Glory to God, we'll trust in his word | | | | | | | |
124 | In some way or other, the Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
125 | When the howling tempest rages | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
127 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
128 | Sing a hymn to Jesus, when the heart is faint | | | | | | | |
129a | Tossed with rough winds, and faint with fear | | | | | | | |
129b | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
130a | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
130b | Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, Glory hallelujah! | | | | | | | |
131a | Jesus still lead on | | | | | | | |
131b | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
132a | What though fierce storms sweep o'er us here | | | | | | | |
132b | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
133 | We're on our way to Canaan | | | | | | | |
134 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
135 | O how sweet is the Bible | | | | | | | |
136a | O send forth the Bible | [Oh send forth the Bible, more precious than gold] | | | | | | |
136b | I trust the Lord, upon his word | | | | | | | |
137 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
138 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
139 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
140 | Methinks I see a distant shore | | | | | | | |
141 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
142a | Whence came the armies of the sky | | | | | | | |
142b | A few more days of grief and woe | | | | | | | |
143 | There'll be no more sorrow | | | | | | | |
144 | While walking the vale | | | | | | | |
145 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
146 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
147 | From trials we'll be free | | | | | | | |
148 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |