# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d102 | I've left earth's pleasures all behind | | | | | | | |
d103 | Jesus hushed the winds | | | | | | | |
d104 | Jesus in my want and weakness | | | | | | | |
d105 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jesus the Lamb was slain for men | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus, thou art life to me | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus to his chosen spake | | | | | | | |
d110 | Just beyond this world of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d111 | Let your light shine brightly everywhere you go | | | | | | | |
d112 | Listen to the Savior while he calls to you | | | | | | | |
d113 | Little feet were made to walk | | | | | | | |
d114 | Live close O my heart to the love so divine | | | | | | | |
d115 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d116 | Love all love excelling, Savior, Friend | | | | | | | |
d117 | Love, light around us throwing | | | | | | | |
d118 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d119 | Make a full, complete confession | | | | | | | |
d120 | March on to battle, with Christ before you | | | | | | | |
d121 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d122 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d123 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d124 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d125 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d126 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d127 | My life I spent in sin and pride | | | | | | | |
d128 | My life is like a stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d129 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d130 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d131 | Never mind the raging tempest | | | | | | | |
d132 | O Christian soldiers, on the march | | | | | | | |
d133 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
d134 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d135 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d136 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d137 | O I love to tell my Father | | | | | | | |
d138 | O long I drifted with the tide | | | | | | | |
d139 | O morn sublime, when shall we stand | | | | | | | |
d140 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d141 | O soul, so far away from God | | | | | | | |
d142 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d143 | O the city of the Lord is coming down | | | | | | | |
d144 | O the glory of my Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d145 | O the peace, the precious peace | | | | | | | |
d146 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d147 | O this world is not my place | | | | | | | |
d148 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d149 | O what joy will come when we all get home | | | | | | | |
d150 | Of my children's dear home I am thinking | | | | | | | |
d151 | Of the Savior's matchless love I will sing | | | | | | | |
d152 | Oft my memory wanders back | | | | | | | |
d153 | Often you have heard the story | | | | | | | |
d154 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d155 | On to the front, O ye soldiers true and loyal | | | | | | | |
d156 | Once I sought the Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d157 | One day as the Savior was passing along | | | | | | | |
d158 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d159 | Our Savior always goes ahead | | | | | | | |
d160 | Out and out for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d161 | Out in life's desert | | | | | | | |
d162 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d163 | Past the sun and the moon | | | | | | | |
d164 | Praising my Savior I go my way, happiness | | | | | | | |
d165 | Precious indeed is the Savior to me | | | | | | | |
d166 | Precious is the name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d167 | Remember me, dear Lord, today, My sorrow thou | | | | | | | |
d168 | Return to your Father, now accept his love | | | | | | | |
d169 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d170 | Sad is the heart of a wandering child | | | | | | | |
d171 | Sending his Son from on high | | | | | | | |
d172 | Shall we meet beyond the river, on that bright | | | | | | | |
d173 | Sing, Christian, sing, while we gather before him | | | | | | | |
d174 | Sing praises when the clouds arise | | | | | | | |
d175 | Sing the blessed gospel story, sing it out o'er | | | | | | | |
d176 | So prone am I to go astray | | | | | | | |
d177 | Soldiers on the battlefield | | | | | | | |
d178 | Some beautiful day, our troubles will end | | | | | | | |
d179 | Something keeps me happy as I go along | | | | | | | |
d180 | Sometime my soul will speed away | | | | | | | |
d181 | Somewhere there is a land of light | | | | | | | |
d182 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d183 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d184 | Standing on the crumbling verge | | | | | | | |
d185 | Stormy seas may lie before me | | | | | | | |
d186 | Surely if you knew my Savior | | | | | | | |
d187 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d188 | The chariot wheels of God drive hard | | | | | | | |
d189 | The evening sun was sinking low | | | | | | | |
d190 | The fields are all white, but the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d191 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d192 | The man who stilled the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d193 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d194 | The path that leads me to the throne | | | | | | | |
d195 | The sands of life are falling fast | | | | | | | |
d196 | The storm is awaking, The rocks are about thee | | | | | | | |
d197 | The things now veiled in mystery | | | | | | | |
d198 | The village choir was singing | | | | | | | |
d199 | The way to get rid of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
d200 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |