| Knoxville | 140 | 8, 8, 8, 8, 7 | Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King | R. Monday
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| Fount of Glory | 325 | 8s & 7s | Far from our mortal cares retreating | R. W. Thompson
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| Lisbon | 154b | S.M. | Welcome, sweet day of rest | Read
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| Windham | 48 | L.M. | Broad is the road that leads to death | Read
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| Winter | 293 | C.M. | His hoary frost, his fleecy snow | Reed
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| Milledgeville | 300 | C.M. | Oh! for a closer walk with God | Rev. A. Grambling
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| The Narrow Way | 289 | L.M. | Come ye who know the Lord indeed | Rev. Andrew Grambling
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| Thou Art Passing Away | 329 | 11s | Thou art passing away | Rev. George Coles
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| The Martial Trumpet | 61 | 7, 9 | Brethren, don't you hear the sound? | Rev. J. G. Landrum & Wm. Walker
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| This World is Not My Home | 293b | C.M. | When I can read my title clear to mansions in the skies | Rev. Mr. Gamewell
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| The Trumpeters | 301 | C.M. | Hark! listen to the trumpeters | Rev. Mr. McCloud, Wm. Walker
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| Drummond | 196 | 11s | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | Rev. Samuel Wakefield
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| Bower of Prayer | 70 | 11s | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | Richerson & Walker
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| Fiducia | 92 | C.M. | Father, I long, I faint to see | Robison
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