# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Lamp to my feet wherever I stray | | | | | | | |
d102 | Lay hold on the hope set before you | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d104 | Long by sin my eyes were blinded | | | | | | | |
d105 | Look all around you find someone in need | | | | | | | |
d106 | Look the harvest field is teeming | | | | | | | |
d107 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lord, make today one [a] day for thee | | | | | | | |
d109 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d110 | Make thy dwelling in my heart, Christ who died | | | | | | | |
d111 | More about Jesus would I know | | | | | | | |
d112 | More like the Master I would ever be | | | | | | | |
d113 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d114 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d115 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d116 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d117 | My soul is so happy in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d118 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d119 | Nearer the cross my heart can say | | | | | | | |
d120 | Now is the autumn coming | | | | | | | |
d121 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d122 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d123 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d124 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d125 | O how much of good we through grace might be doing | | | | | | | |
d126 | O how precious are the moments | | | | | | | |
d127 | O love divine by Christ revealed | | | | | | | |
d128 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d129 | O the love of Jesus means so much to me | | | | | | | |
d130 | O to be more faithful, working day by day | | | | | | | |
d131 | O we are the reapers that garner in the sheaves of the good | | | | | | | |
d132 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d133 | On Calvary's brow my Savior died, 'Twas there my Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
d134 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d135 | Out on the mountains far away | | | | | | | |
d136 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d137 | Perishing souls are waiting outside the fold | | | | | | | |
d138 | Raise me Jesus to thy bosum | | | | | | | |
d139 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d140 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d141 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d142 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d143 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d144 | Savior, our hearts shall be Thy throne | | | | | | | |
d145 | Send the news o'er all the earth | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d147 | So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my [and] King | | | | | | | |
d148 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d149 | Somebody did a golden deed, proving himself | | | | | | | |
d150 | Somewhere, beyond the hills of life | | | | | | | |
d151 | Somewhere the sun is shining | | | | | | | |
d152 | Speak to me only of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d153 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d154 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d155 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d156 | Take the world, but give me Jesus, All its joys are but a name | | | | | | | |
d157 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Christian's hope, O how it cheers | | | | | | | |
d159 | The fight is on, the trumpet sound is ringing out | | | | | | | |
d160 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d161 | The love of Jesus, who can tell | | | | | | | |
d162 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d163 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d164 | The twilight falls serene and still | | | | | | | |
d165 | There are days so dark that I seek in vain | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d167 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d168 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
d169 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d170 | There's a crown in heaven for the striving soul | | | | | | | |
d171 | There's a mighty helper at my side today | | | | | | | |
d172 | There's a quiet retreat, where with Jesus I meet | | | | | | | |
d173 | There's a song in my heart, 'tis Jesus | | | | | | | |
d174 | There's a song of joy, I sing it every day | | | | | | | |
d175 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
d176 | There's much we can do if we work with a will | | | | | | | |
d177 | There's One who can comfort | | | | | | | |
d178 | These little feet of mine | | | | | | | |
d179 | This is the season of hope and grace | | | | | | | |
d180 | Though the way we journey may be often drear | | | | | | | |
d181 | Three colors has the nation's flag | | | | | | | |
d182 | 'Tis sweet to know that Jesus loves me | | | | | | | |
d183 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d184 | 'Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung | | | | | | | |
d185 | To be like thee, Lord I seek | | | | | | | |
d186 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
d187 | Tossing on the billow, rocking in the blast | | | | | | | |
d188 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d189 | We are marching under the banner victorious | | | | | | | |
d190 | We are traveling home to heaven by the straight and narrow way | | | | | | | |
d191 | We bless thee for thy peace, O God | | | | | | | |
d192 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d193 | We may lighten toil and care | | | | | | | |
d194 | We must win them one by one | | | | | | | |
d195 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d196 | We shall stand before the King | | | | | | | |
d197 | Weary soul by sin oppressed, spend one hour with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d198 | We've a story to tell to the nations | | | | | | | |
d199 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d200 | What a song will rise | | | | | | | |