# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
201 | Our days upon the earth are few | | | | | | | |
202 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
203 | Heaven is the land where troubles cease | | | | | | | |
204 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
205 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
206 | Happy the ransomed, who are gone | | | | | | | |
207 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
208 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
209 | I'd love to be an angel | | | | | | | |
210 | Oh, had I wings to fly | | | | | | | |
211 | Lo, on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
212 | How long sometimes a day appears! | | | | | | | |
213 | The sun, that lights the world, shall fade | | | | | | | |
214 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
215 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
216 | Though I am young, I have a soul | | | | | | | |
217 | I bless my Maker's name | | | | | | | |
218 | Nothing is worth a thought on earth | | | | | | | |
219 | Many voices seem to say | | | | | | | |
220 | What is an idol? Every heart | | | | | | | |
221 | How proud we are, how fond, to show | | | | | | | |
222 | Take not God's name in vain | | | | | | | |
223 | "Remember thou the Sabbath-day" | | | | | | | |
224 | Oh, 'tis a grievous sin and shame | | | | | | | |
225 | "Thou shalt not kill," An angry thought | | | | | | | |
226 | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
227 | "Thou shalt not steal," These words of God | | | | | | | |
228 | Lord! if e'er I dare to speak | | | | | | | |
229 | While wicked men pretend | | | | | | | |
230 | Words are things of little cost | | | | | | | |
231 | "Thou shalt not covet," God has said | | | | | | | |
232 | When I sleep, and when I wake | | | | | | | |
233 | Lord of the worlds below | | | | | | | |
234 | How pleasing is the voice | | | | | | | |
235 | Oh come, while Spring rejoices | | | | | | | |
236 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
237 | While verdant hill, and blooming vale | | | | | | | |
238 | Great God, at thy command | | | | | | | |
239 | Ten thousand different flowers | | | | | | | |
240 | O gracious Father! send us showers | | | | | | | |
241 | When the dark and heavy cloud | | | | | | | |
242 | Now the golden ear Waits the reaper's hand | | | | | | | |
243 | God sends upon the earth | | | | | | | |
244 | Fountain of mercy! God of love! | | | | | | | |
245 | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
246 | Now let us raise our voices high | | | | | | | |
247 | Spring, with its soft, refreshing showers | | | | | | | |
248 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
249 | Stern winter, with its icy power | | | | | | | |
250 | How piercing is the cold! | | | | | | | |
251 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
252 | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
253 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
254 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
255 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
256 | Lord of my life! whose word of power | | | | | | | |
257 | Behold, my soul, the narrow bound | | | | | | | |
258 | Lord, let us not forget | | | | | | | |
259 | Now, with this closing year, to thee | | | | | | | |
260 | The passing months have brought us now | | | | | | | |
261 | Dear partner of our hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
262 | How oft the word "farewell' we say! | | | | | | | |
263 | Loved Sunday-school, place dear to me! | | | | | | | |
264 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
265 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
266 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
267 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
268 | O Lord our God, arise! | | | | | | | |
269 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
270 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
271 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
272 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
273 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
274 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
275 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
276 | Jesus, immortal King, arise | | | | | | | |
277 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
278 | God of love, before thee now | | | | | | | |
279 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
280 | To thee, our blessed country's Friend | | | | | | | |
281 | Great God of nations, now to thee | | | | | | | |
282 | God of every land and nation | | | | | | | |
283 | Little rain-drops feed the rill | | | | | | | |
284 | In the vineyard of our Father | | | | | | | |
285 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
286 | Come join our celebration | | | | | | | |
287 | While the heavenly host rejoices | | | | | | | |
288 | To thee, O blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
289 | From year to year, we love to meet | | | | | | | |
290 | How pleasant here again to meet! | | | | | | | |
291 | Lord, to our little round of years | | | | | | | |
292 | Almighty God! to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
293 | Precious Saviour, of salvation | | | | | | | |
294 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
295 | Come, join the festive song | | | | | | | |
296 | We gather, we gather, Blest Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
297 | Sing, oh, sing the song of gladness | | | | | | | |
298 | Hosanna! be our cheerful song | | | | | | | |
299 | Here, like the birds that wander free | | | | | | | |
300 | With joyful hearts we hail thee | | | | | | | |