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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A little while, the time draws near | | | | | | | |
d3 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d4 | After the trials of life here are o'er | | | | | | | |
d5 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | All burdened by sin to the Savior I came | | | | | | | |
d8 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d9 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d10 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d11 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d12 | Are you tired of sin's delusion | | | | | | | |
d13 | Are you walking in the footsteps | | | | | | | |
d14 | Are you walking in the footsteps of the blessed | | | | | | | |
d15 | Are you weary of life | | | | | | | |
d16 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d17 | Army of the young who serve the King | | | | | | | |
d18 | As the Lord commanded | | | | | | | |
d19 | Awake, awake, ye slumbering hosts of Zion | | | | | | | |
d20 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d21 | Away, far away past the shadows of night | | | | | | | |
d22 | Bear the glad message | | | | | | | |
d23 | Behold the harvest fields are white | | | | | | | |
d24 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d25 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d26 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d27 | Brave little soldiers, we're marching today | | | | | | | |
d28 | Bread of heaven, on thee I [we] feed | | | | | | | |
d29 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d30 | By and by will end on the silent strand | | | | | | | |
d31 | Cleared from all my sin, my condemnation gone | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, brother sailor, awake from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come from the forge and furrow | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d39 | Dear Lord, I long to know thee more | | | | | | | |
d40 | Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made | | | | | | | |
d41 | Don't you see the harbor lights | | | | | | | |
d42 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d43 | Endless joys await us yonder | | | | | | | |
d44 | Eternal Father, thou hast said | | | | | | | |
d45 | Faith is a living power from heaven | | | | | | | |
d46 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d47 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d48 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d49 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d50 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
d51 | Go, spread the gospel far and near | | | | | | | |
d52 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d53 | Great God of nations now to thee | | | | | | | |
d54 | Hallelujah, song of love and gratitude | | | | | | | |
d55 | He knows the bitter, weary way | | | | | | | |
d56 | He that [who] goeth forth with weeping, Bearing [sowing] precious seed in love | | | | | | | |
d57 | Hear the call to battle, sounding loud and clear | | | | | | | |
d58 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d59 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d60 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d61 | How it cheers the heart on this pilgrim way | | | | | | | |
d62 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d63 | I am coming, Lord, this my only plea | | | | | | | |
d64 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d65 | I am happy in the love of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d66 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d67 | I go rejoicing every day | | | | | | | |
d68 | I have a song I love to sing, I'll sing it | | | | | | | |
d69 | I have asked for his grace to sustain me | | | | | | | |
d70 | I have wandered far and wide | | | | | | | |
d71 | I hunger to know more of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d72 | I know not what is before me | | | | | | | |
d73 | I know that we shall rise again | | | | | | | |
d74 | I know the power of Christ to save | | | | | | | |
d75 | I love the blessed Bible | | | | | | | |
d76 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d77 | I will sing hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d78 | I wonder if Jesus, the Savior | | | | | | | |
d79 | I would follow my Savior and King | | | | | | | |
d80 | I'd rather get down at the feet of my Lord | | | | | | | |
d81 | If true happiness here you would know | | | | | | | |
d82 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm journeying home | | | | | | | |
d83 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d84 | I'm so happy in the light of God | | | | | | | |
d85 | In a far and distant city | | | | | | | |
d86 | In deep meditation I'm thinking tonight | | | | | | | |
d87 | In the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d88 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d89 | In the good old way where the saints have gone | | | | | | | |
d90 | Is thy soul bowed down with sorrow | | | | | | | |
d91 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d92 | I've seen the lightning [lightnings] [flash] flashing, And heard the thunder roll | | | | | | | |
d93 | I've taken my stand for Jesus, my Lord | | | | | | | |
d94 | Jesus a word, a look from thee | | | | | | | |
d95 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d96 | Jesus came to bring salvation to a ruined race | | | | | | | |
d97 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d98 | Jesus loves the children, Loves them tenderly | | | | | | | |
d99 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d100 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |