| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | Above the blue, ethereal skies | | | | | | | |
| d2 | And can it be that I should gain [claim] | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Angel bands are hovering o'er us | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Bear thy cross faithfully, brother | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Book of grace, and book of glory | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Hark, the notes of angels singing | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Holy Father, we adore thee, as disciples of thy son | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Holy Sabbath, happy morning | | | | | | | |
| d12 | I have a Savior, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
| d13 | I know her walls are jasper | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what joy the blest | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Jesus, the name that charms our fears | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
| d21 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
| d22 | O come ye, O come ye, in youth's sunny time | | | | | | | |
| d23 | O my house is builded upon the Rock of Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
| d24 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
| d25 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
| d26 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Sole Sovereign of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Sweet bards may chant melodious lays | | | | | | | |
| d32 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
| d33 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
| d34 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
| d35 | There is rest beyond life's journey | | | | | | | |
| d36 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Though the way be rough and thorny | | | | | | | |
| d38 | To a calm and lovely sea | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Weary and sick of self and sin | | | | | | | |
| d41 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Whence came the armies of the sky | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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