# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
400 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
401 | Why do we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
C1 | "Thy will be done!" In devious way | | | | | | | |
C2 | The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want | | | | | | | |
C3a | God be merciful unto us and bless us: and cause His face to shine upon us | | | | | | | |
C3b | Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
C4 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
C5 | Hear, gracious God! my humble moan | | | | | | | |
C6 | Wilt thou not visit me? | | | | | | | |
C7 | Behold the Lamb! behold the Lamb! O thou for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
A1 | Our bondage it will end, by-and-by, by-and-by | | | | | | | |
A2 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
A3 | O! 'tis a glorious mystery | | | | | | | |
A4 | Sinner, come, will you go | | | | | | | |
A5 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
A6 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
A7 | Jesus my all to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
A8 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
A9 | Depth of mercy, can there be | | | | | | | |
A10 | There's a friend above all others | | | | | | | |
A11 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
A12 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
A13 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
A14 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
A15 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
A16 | Oh, brother, be faithful! | | | | | | | |
A17 | Of Him who died, salvation bring | | | | | | | |
A18 | Jesus sought me when a stranger | | | | | | | |
A19 | I'm happy, I'm happy | | | | | | | |
A20 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | CLEANSING FOUNTAIN | | | | | | |
A21 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
A22 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
A23 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
A24 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
A25 | O come and go with me | | | | | | | |
A26 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
A27 | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]