# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
404 | Am I a soldier of the cross | [Am I a soldier of the cross] | | | | | | |
405 | Lord, thou art mine | [Lord, thou art mine] | | | | | | |
406 | Can you read a clear title to the mansions in the sky | [Can you read a clear title to the mansions in the sky] | | | | | | |
407 | Not where the work is the lightest | [Not where the work is the lightest] | | | | | | |
408 | How sweet is our refuge who firmly believe | [How sweet is our refuge who firmly believe] | | | | | | |
409 | Not far to the gate of that beautiful city | [Not far to the gate of that beautiful city] | | | | | | |
410 | Tramp, tramp, tramp, in the drunkard's way | [Tramp, tramp, tramp, in the drunkard's way] | | | | | | |
411 | I am leaning on the arm of God | [I am leaning on the arm of God] | | | | | | |
412 | Beautiful light, Holy and true | [Beautiful light, Holy and true] | | | | | | |
413 | To the cross my steps I bend | [To the cross my steps I bend] | | | | | | |
414 | When countless numbers came to share | [When countless numbers came to share] | | | | | | |
415 | Sing of the Lamb, whose love and pow'r | [Sing of the Lamb, whose love and pow'r] | | | | | | |
416 | 'Twas dark, and I, with inward fear | ['Twas dark, and I, with inward fear] | | | | | | |
417 | An open door, Oh, blessed thought | [An open door, Oh, blessed thought] | | | | | | |
418 | How sweetly o'er the mountain of Zion | [How sweetly o'er the mountain of Zion] | | | | | | |
419 | We are traveling home to a goodly land | [We are traveling home to a goodly land] | | | | | | |
420 | I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend | [I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend] | | | | | | |
421 | Under his wings I am hiding | [Under his wings I am hiding] | | | | | | |
422 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
423 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
424 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour oof prayer | | | | | | | |
425 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
426 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
427 | O, for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
428 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
429 | I hear the Saviour say | | | | | | | |
430 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
431 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
432 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |