# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
104 | There's a crown in heav'n for the striving soul | | | | | | | |
105 | Love has a ready ear: It catches each faint moan | | | | | | | |
106 | Only Thy voice to lead me, speak Lord, and I shall hear | | | | | | | |
107 | Welcome Sabbath morning, Welcome day of rest | | | | | | | |
108a | When the morning cometh | | | | | | | |
108b | Pleasant are the pastures, where Jesus feeds his flock | | | | | | | |
110 | Bear and forbear, whatsoe'er be your station | | | | | | | |
111 | On Calv'ry's mountain, Christ, the spotless victim dies | | | | | | | |
112 | From His Father's splendor, Lo! the Son of God has come | | | | | | | |
113 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear light | | | | | | | |
114 | On the ocean of life a sturdy band | | | | | | | |
115 | Guard, my child, thy tongue | | | | | | | |
116a | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
116b | The busy week is past, the Sabbath's come at last | | | | | | | |
117 | A glorious world on high, where pleasures never die | | | | | | | |
118 | Be up and doing! for the work | | | | | | | |
119 | Life is full of doubt and sorrow | | | | | | | |
120a | Little children, listen, listen! | | | | | | | |
120b | "We have found him," sign of mercy | | | | | | | |
122 | Speed on, speed on, thou Mission Bark | | | | | | | |
123 | Hark, the Christmas chimes are ringing | | | | | | | |
124 | Work and wait, work and wait | | | | | | | |
125 | There is a spot to me more dear | | | | | | | |
126 | There is a place of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
127 | Work in God's vineyard, Jesus hath call'd thee | | | | | | | |
128 | Gathered home! in peaceful slumber | | | | | | | |
129 | Jesus! I hear Thee knocking | | | | | | | |
130 | A home in heav'n! what a joyful tho't | | | | | | | |
131 | Jesus calls for Christian labor | | | | | | | |
132 | Oh, come to the fountain of life | | | | | | | |
133 | O city, golden bright! | | | | | | | |
134a | If you always would be happy | | | | | | | |
134b | We come with happy hearts and light | | | | | | | |
136 | As the dove o'er the deluge of waters sent forth | | | | | | | |
137 | We may not climb the heav'nly steeps | | | | | | | |
138 | Marching on, marching on, glad as birds on the wing | | | | | | | |
139 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
140 | Hark! hark! there is music all about | | | | | | | |
141 | Silent night! hallow'd night! | | | | | | | |
142 | Once more we come with joyful song | | | | | | | |
143 | Under thy wings, my God | | | | | | | |
144 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
146 | Steady, helmsman at the wheel | | | | | | | |
147 | Gone beyond the darksome river | | | | | | | |
149 | The Lord is my shepherd, The Lord is my shepherd | | | | | | | |
154 | Gath'ring lilies in the morning | | | | | | | |
155 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
156 | Sweetly sounding thro' the skies? | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]