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101 | Lord, in this thy mercy's day | | | | | | | |
102 | What shall I do, where shall I flee? | | | | | | | |
103 | Lord, I despair myself to heal | | | | | | | |
104 | Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
105 | Would Jesus have the sinner die? | | | | | | | |
106 | Pass me not, O gentle Saviour | | | | | | | |
107 | Lord, I hear of showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
108 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
109 | She only touched the hem of His garment | | | | | | | |
110 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
111 | There's a gentle voice within calls away | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
113 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
114 | "Nearer the cross!" my heart can say | | | | | | | |
115 | Take my life, and let it be | | | | | | | |
116 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
117 | My body, soul and spirit | | | | | | | |
118 | Let him to whom we now belong | | | | | | | |
119 | Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow | | | | | | | |
120 | I am Thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice | | | | | | | |
121 | Saviour, thy dying love | | | | | | | |
122 | Down at the cross where my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
123 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
124 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
125 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
126 | Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
127 | Blessed be the Fountain of blood | | | | | | | |
128 | Saved to the uttermost: I am the Lord's | | | | | | | |
129 | Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet | | | | | | | |
130 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
131 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
132 | All praise to our redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | Now just a word for Jesus | | | | | | | |
134 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
135 | Come, let us who in Christ believe | | | | | | | |
136 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
137 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
138 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
139 | Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness | | | | | | | |
140 | Now I have found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
141 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
142 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
143 | Oh, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
144 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
145 | My God, and Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
146 | God of my life, thro' all my days | | | | | | | |
147 | God kindly keepeth those he loves | | | | | | | |
148 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
149 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
150 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
151 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
152 | Once I wander'd in the maze of error | | | | | | | |
153 | Thou Shepherd of Israel, and mine | | | | | | | |
154 | Never further than thy cross | | | | | | | |
155 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
156 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
157 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
158 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
159 | My God, I am thine! what a comfort divine | | | | | | | |
160 | I am waiting for the Master | | | | | | | |
161 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
162 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
163 | Rescue the perishing | | | | | | | |
164 | Gather them in, for there yet is room | | | | | | | |
165 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
166 | Now the sowing and the weeping | | | | | | | |
167 | To the work! to the work! we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
168 | There is work to do for Jesus | | | | | | | |
169 | As pants the hart for cooling springs | | | | | | | |
170 | The shadows are falling, swift closeth the day | | | | | | | |
171 | Go, labor on, spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
172 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
173 | Call them in! the poor, the wretched | | | | | | | |
174 | Ho, reapers in the whitened harvest! | | | | | | | |
175 | Lo! the fields are white for harvest | | | | | | | |
176 | In the harvest field there is work to do | | | | | | | |
177 | When immortal souls are dying | | | | | | | |
178 | O where are the reapers that garner in | | | | | | | |
179 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
180 | Far and near the fields are teeming | | | | | | | |
181 | One more day's work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
182 | Hark, the voice of Jesus calling | | | | | | | |
183 | Cast thy bread upon the waters | | | | | | | |
184 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
185 | I want to be a worker for the Lord | | | | | | | |
186 | Must I go, and empty handed | | | | | | | |
187 | Disciples of Jesus, why stand ye here idle? | | | | | | | |
188 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
189 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
190 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
191 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
192 | Sound the battle cry! See, the foe is nigh | | | | | | | |
193 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
194 | With our colors waving bright in the blaze of gospel light | | | | | | | |
195 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
196 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
197 | One by one, our loved ones slowly Pass | | | | | | | |
198 | The Lord is my light, hen why should I fear? | | | | | | | |
199 | See how great a flame aspires | | | | | | | |
200 | I know there's a rest that remaineth for me | | | | | | | |