# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
d102 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d103 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d104 | I know I love thee better, Lord | | | | | | | |
d105 | I know, Lord, I'm so unworthy | | | | | | | |
d106 | I know not the sea in whose waters I sail | | | | | | | |
d107 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
d108 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d110 | I must needs go home by the way of the cross | | | | | | | |
d111 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
d112 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d113 | I shall wear a golden crown, When I get home | | | | | | | |
d114 | I stand before the cross of Christ and wonder | | | | | | | |
d115 | I wandered in the shades of night | | | | | | | |
d116 | I want to be a worker for [with] the Lord | | | | | | | |
d117 | I want to be more like Jesus And follow him | | | | | | | |
d118 | I was sinking deep in sin | | | | | | | |
d119 | I washed my hands this morning | | | | | | | |
d120 | I will sing of my Redeemer, And his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d121 | I will sing the wondrous story, of the Christ | | | | | | | |
d122 | I would be true, for there are those | | | | | | | |
d123 | If I walk in the pathway of duty | | | | | | | |
d124 | If Jesus leads this army | | | | | | | |
d125 | If you are tired of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
d126 | I'm pressing on the upward way | | | | | | | |
d127 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d128 | In the desert of sorrow and sin | | | | | | | |
d129 | In the hour of trial | | | | | | | |
d130 | In the hush of early morning | | | | | | | |
d131 | In the land of fadeless day | | | | | | | |
d132 | In the shadow of his wings There is rest | | | | | | | |
d133 | In the trees the birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d134 | In vain in high and holy lays My soul her grateful voice would raise | | | | | | | |
d135 | Is your life a channel of blessing | | | | | | | |
d136 | Is your path a cloudy, dreary way | | | | | | | |
d137 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d138 | I've no fear that I shall stray | | | | | | | |
d139 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
d140 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d141 | Jesus is calling, calling, calling | | | | | | | |
d142 | Jesus is tenderly calling thee [you] home | | | | | | | |
d143 | Jesus, keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
d144 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d145 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d146 | Jesus, my Savior, is coming for me | | | | | | | |
d147 | Jesus, our Lord, will save us we know | | | | | | | |
d148 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d149 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d150 | Jewels for Jesus, let us shine | | | | | | | |
d151 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d152 | Joybells ringing, children singing | | | | | | | |
d153 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d154 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d155 | Let us with a joyful mind | | | | | | | |
d156 | Life with all its many allurements | | | | | | | |
d157 | Like a bird on the deep Far away from its nest | | | | | | | |
d158 | Live for Jesus, O my brother | | | | | | | |
d159 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d160 | Low and dim the lights are burning | | | | | | | |
d161 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d162 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d163 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
d164 | Messages from the King | | | | | | | |
d165 | Mighty Rock, whose towering form | | | | | | | |
d166 | More holiness give me | | | | | | | |
d167 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d168 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d169 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d170 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d171 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d172 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d173 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d174 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d175 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d176 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d177 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d178 | Nearer, still nearer, close to thy heart | | | | | | | |
d179 | Night with ebon pinion brooded o'er the vale | | | | | | | |
d180 | Not all earth's gold and silver Can make a sinner whole | | | | | | | |
d181 | Not now but in the coming years it may be in the better dand | | | | | | | |
d182 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
d183 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d184 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d185 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
d186 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d187 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d188 | O heart bowed down with sorrow, O eyes that long | | | | | | | |
d189 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d190 | O scatter seeds of loving deeds | | | | | | | |
d191 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d192 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d193 | O the unsearchable riches of Christ | | | | | | | |
d194 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d195 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d196 | O thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d197 | O to be like Thee, blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d198 | O weary soul, that long for rest | | | | | | | |
d199 | Of one the Lord has made the race | | | | | | | |
d200 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |