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d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d4 | Beautiful hands are beckoning me | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d6 | Can you speak a word for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d7 | Christ is coming by and by | | | | | | | |
d8 | Christ, our Redeemer, died on the cross | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christian, gird the armor on | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come now to Christ, the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d11 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d12 | Go, gather the jewels for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d14 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
d15 | Here's a hand to the boy who has courage | | | | | | | |
d16 | How blest is the thought that our Savior in heaven | | | | | | | |
d17 | How many sheep are straying | | | | | | | |
d18 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d19 | I am dwelling on the mountain where the golden sunlight | | | | | | | |
d20 | I am fully trusting Jesus | | | | | | | |
d21 | I am lost without thee, Savior | | | | | | | |
d22 | I am traveling home to that shining shore | | | | | | | |
d23 | I heard the bells on Christmas day | | | | | | | |
d24 | I know not the time when my Savior will come | | | | | | | |
d25 | I was once far away from the Savior, And as vile | | | | | | | |
d26 | I will live for Jesus, my Lord and King | | | | | | | |
d27 | If you're trusting, fully trusting | | | | | | | |
d28 | In life's fair morn ere shadows fall | | | | | | | |
d29 | In that land far away I in fancy can see | | | | | | | |
d30 | In the clefted Rock I'm hiding | | | | | | | |
d31 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d32 | I've a message from God unto you, sinner | | | | | | | |
d33 | I've seen the lightning [lightnings] [flash] flashing, And heard the thunder roll | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus calls to you, dear sinner | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jesus calls to you today | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jesus for you is pleading | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus is seeking the lost ones today | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus waits for you today | | | | | | | |
d39 | Just beyond where the stars in their beauty | | | | | | | |
d40 | Like driftwood on the tide of time | | | | | | | |
d41 | List, to the church bells ringing | | | | | | | |
d42 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d43 | My blessed Savior can it be | | | | | | | |
d44 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d45 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d46 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d47 | Now I feel the sacred fire | | | | | | | |
d48 | O come, let us in songs to God | | | | | | | |
d49 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
d50 | O how sweet is is to know there's a home | | | | | | | |
d51 | O how wonderful, Jesus went | | | | | | | |
d52 | O Lamb of God, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d53 | O precious blood, all-cleansing stream | | | | | | | |
d54 | O say, are you living, my brother | | | | | | | |
d55 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d56 | O this life is full of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d57 | O'er life's stream we're swiftly gliding | | | | | | | |
d58 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d59 | Often this thought sweetly comes to me | | | | | | | |
d60 | Once again with joyous greeting | | | | | | | |
d61 | Only a word may be spoken | | | | | | | |
d62 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d63 | Press onward my brother to victory | | | | | | | |
d64 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d65 | Scatter rays of sunshine | | | | | | | |
d66 | Seek a refuge now, ere the day is gone | | | | | | | |
d67 | Send me forth, O blessed Master | | | | | | | |
d68 | Shall I be content with one star | | | | | | | |
d69 | Shall we meet again in glory | | | | | | | |
d70 | Shout the tidings of salvation to the aged and the young | | | | | | | |
d71 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d72 | Speak beautiful words for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d73 | Star of the twilight, beautiful savior | | | | | | | |
d74 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
d75 | Tell me of Jesus, the sinner's dear friend | | | | | | | |
d76 | The door of the heavenly kingdom | | | | | | | |
d77 | The Savior is pleading for you he is calling | | | | | | | |
d78 | The story of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d79 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is a land, a land of beauty | | | | | | | |
d81 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d82 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d83 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d84 | There's a beautiful land far beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d85 | There's a glorious home awaiting | | | | | | | |
d86 | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky | | | | | | | |
d87 | There's a swift flowing river | | | | | | | |
d88 | Through eternity's night | | | | | | | |
d89 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d90 | We are marching, marching on | | | | | | | |
d91 | We are marching, marching onward to that beautiful | | | | | | | |
d92 | We are sailing to a lovely port called heaven | | | | | | | |
d93 | We read of a home where the gates are of gold | | | | | | | |
d94 | We shall know and be known over there | | | | | | | |
d95 | We will walk in the footsteps of our Lord | | | | | | | |
d96 | What are we sowing in life's early morn | | | | | | | |
d97 | What can be whiter than beautiful snow | | | | | | | |
d98 | When death, the grim monster, has called for me | | | | | | | |
d99 | When my work on earth is ended willl the angels | | | | | | | |
d100 | When tempests dark sweep o'er my soul | | | | | | | |