# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
103 | How gracious is the love of God | | | | | | | |
104 | On dark Calvary's mountain on a tree | | | | | | | |
105 | Often here we wonder why Christ the Lord had to die | | | | | | | |
106 | Once my soul was lost in sin | | | | | | | |
107 | Sleep, thou little one, sleep | | | | | | | |
108 | Anyone can see something ought to be done | | | | | | | |
109 | I have found a Savior, Jesus Christ, God's son | | | | | | | |
110 | When my Savior calls me from this old world of sin | | | | | | | |
112 | While traveling down the road of despair | | | | | | | |
114 | Soon we'll come to the end of life's journey | | | | | | | |
116 | Down here we meet with doubt and fear | | | | | | | |
118 | I can sing of Jesus as I journey here below | | | | | | | |
120 | Billows roll o'er my soul | | | | | | | |
122 | Moonbeams shining keep reminding | | | | | | | |
124 | In the cradle of an old fashioned mother | | | | | | | |
126 | I have left the road of sin | | | | | | | |
128 | For many years I wandered outside the Master's fold | | | | | | | |
129 | I'm going to that land so bright and fair | | | | | | | |
130 | I am a pilgrim and a stranger in this land | | | | | | | |
132 | Some people often ask me where I go | | | | | | | |
134 | Many years I've wasted, squandered | | | | | | | |
136 | When I was struggling against the powers of sin | | | | | | | |
138 | Day by day, on my way, I meet problems | | | | | | | |
140 | Children of God today, going along lifes way | | | | | | | |
141 | Oft when twilight shadows fall | | | | | | | |
142 | Stay close to me, dear Lord, I pray | | | | | | | |
143 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
144 | On the resurrection morning when the trump of God shall sound | | | | | | | |
145 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
146 | Into the shadows and into the night | | | | | | | |
147 | I'm headed up the glory line | | | | | | | |
148 | Down in my heart I'm always rejoicing | | | | | | | |
149 | I've been redeemed by the Savior's own blood | | | | | | | |
150 | I am making known to others | | | | | | | |
151a | List to the still, small voice | | | | | | | |
151b | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
152 | There's a beautiful, beautiful land so fair | | | | | | | |
153 | There's a blessed time that's coming soon | | | | | | | |
154 | Sing, brother, sing, make praises ring | | | | | | | |
155 | Jesus! the Christ, in the garden alone | | | | | | | |
156 | Upon the cross the Savior died | | | | | | | |
157 | O ye Christian soldiers, as you march along | | | | | | | |
158 | All along on the road to the soul's true abode | | | | | | | |
159a | All to Jesus I surrender | | | | | | | |
159b | When judgment day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]