# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d102 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
d103 | Jehovah's arm is now revealed | | | | | | | |
d104 | Jesu, name of names the sweetest | | | | | | | |
d105 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jesus has a [the] table spread | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus is coming, go herald the tidings | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus is dearer than ever to me | | | | | | | |
d110 | Jesus, Jesus, wonderful name of salvation | | | | | | | |
d111 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d112 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d113 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d114 | Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came | | | | | | | |
d115 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d116 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d117 | John saw the multitude and cried | | | | | | | |
d118 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d119 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d120 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d121 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d122 | Leaving all to follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d123 | Life will be worth the while | | | | | | | |
d124 | Lift up, lift up thy voice with singing | | | | | | | |
d125 | Lift up your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d126 | List to the sound of the trumpet | | | | | | | |
d127 | Listening to the music of the voice of God | | | | | | | |
d128 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d129 | Lord, I have started to walk in the light | | | | | | | |
d130 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d131 | Loud let the anthem exultingly ring | | | | | | | |
d132 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d133 | Made one in Christ, O what a blissful union | | | | | | | |
d134 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d135 | Marching on in the light of God | | | | | | | |
d136 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d137 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d138 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d139 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d140 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d141 | My life is hid with Christ in God, Hidden away | | | | | | | |
d142 | My life is no longer all tarnished by sin | | | | | | | |
d143 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d144 | My sins, which were many, are all washed away | | | | | | | |
d145 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d146 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d147 | My story I must tell, For with my soul 'tis well | | | | | | | |
d148 | My yielded heart says yes to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d149 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d150 | No separation, now made one | | | | | | | |
d151 | O boundless salvation, deep ocean of love | | | | | | | |
d152 | O Christian, in these latter days | | | | | | | |
d153 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d154 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
d155 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d156 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d157 | O Jesu [Jesus], thou art standing | | | | | | | |
d158 | O Jesus, e'en the thought of thee | | | | | | | |
d159 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d160 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d161 | O shout aloud the tidings, repeat the joyful strain | | | | | | | |
d162 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d163 | O the wondrous power of the Savior's love, Unto sinners | | | | | | | |
d164 | O this uttermost salvation | | | | | | | |
d165 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d166 | O we are the reapers that garner in the sheaves of the good | | | | | | | |
d167 | O weary eyes with tears so dim | | | | | | | |
d168 | O what is the song that the blood washed sing | | | | | | | |
d169 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d170 | On Him who watches over all | | | | | | | |
d171 | One day, without the taste of death | | | | | | | |
d172 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d173 | Onward we go with our hearts all aflame | | | | | | | |
d174 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d175 | Ring the bells of heaven, there is joy today | | | | | | | |
d176 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d177 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d178 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d179 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d180 | Since first I knew redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d181 | Sinner, Christ is calling thee | | | | | | | |
d182 | Sins of years are washed away | | | | | | | |
d183 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d184 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d185 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d186 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d187 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d188 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
d189 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d190 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d191 | Talk of his power, maker of all | | | | | | | |
d192 | The cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d193 | The evening sun is setting in the west | | | | | | | |
d194 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d195 | The long, long, battle line is flung | | | | | | | |
d196 | The Lord told his disciples to proclaim everywhere | | | | | | | |
d197 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d198 | The prodigal had wandered from his father's home | | | | | | | |
d199 | The promised hour is drawing near | | | | | | | |
d200 | The prophet of old to this countrymen cried | | | | | | | |