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301 | Of Jesus' love that sought me, When I was lost in sin | | | | | | | |
302 | Christ will me His aid afford | | | | | | | |
303 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
304 | Take my life, O Father, mold it In obedience to Thy will | | | | | | | |
305 | I want to live, dear Lord, for Thee | | | | | | | |
306 | Take the name of Jesus with you | | | | | | | |
307 | Take my life, and let it be | | | | | | | |
308 | Are you weary, are you heavy hearted? | | | | | | | |
309 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
310 | Take time to be holy, Speak oft with thy Lord | | | | | | | |
311 | The sands have been washed in the footprints Of the Stranger on Galilee's shore | | | | | | | |
312 | Tell me the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
313 | How sweet will be the welcome home | | | | | | | |
314 | God's family is His church divine | | | | | | | |
315 | The cross that He gave may be heavy | | | | | | | |
316 | There's a garden where Jesus is waiting | | | | | | | |
317 | I'm in the way, the bright and shining way | | | | | | | |
318 | The hand that was nailed to the cross of woe | | | | | | | |
319 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
320 | Some golden day the heart shall reap | | | | | | | |
321 | From all the dark places Of earth's heathen races | | | | | | | |
322 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
323 | The Church's one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
324 | Though I thro' the valley of shadow | | | | | | | |
325 | If I walk in the pathway of duty | | | | | | | |
326 | I have found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
327 | When we meet in sweet communion | | | | | | | |
328 | The Lord is in His holy temple | | | | | | | |
329 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want | | | | | | | |
330 | Of one the Lord has made the race | | | | | | | |
331 | Hold Thou my hand: so weak I am and helpless | | | | | | | |
332 | Here, before Thee, Savior, We would lowly bow | | | | | | | |
333 | That dreadful night, before His death | | | | | | | |
334 | The Lord's my Shepherd; I'll not want | | | | | | | |
335 | How precious is the Book divine | | | | | | | |
336 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
337 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
338 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
339 | Would you be free from the burden of sin? | | | | | | | |
340 | The mighty God, Omniscient One! | | | | | | | |
341 | There is a habitation, Built by the living God | | | | | | | |
342 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
343 | There is a place of refuge | | | | | | | |
344 | There is a sea which day by day | | | | | | | |
345 | There's a work for ev'ry Christian in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
346 | Lord, I have wandered so far from the fold | | | | | | | |
347 | There is sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
348 | "There shall be showers of blessing" | | | | | | | |
349 | There stands a Rock, on shores of time | | | | | | | |
350 | There's a crown for your cross, where the teardrops that stray | | | | | | | |
351 | There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | | | | | | | |
352 | Thou art the Way, to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
353 | There's a great day coming | | | | | | | |
354 | There's a story of a Saviour who descended from above | | | | | | | |
355 | There's a Stranger at the door: Let Him in | | | | | | | |
356 | Throw out the Life-Line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
357 | There's a pardon full and sweet | | | | | | | |
358 | Amid the trials which I meet | | | | | | | |
359 | Heavenly Father, this is my pray'r | | | | | | | |
360 | O Lord, we heed Thy love's request | | | | | | | |
361 | Too late, 'twill be for you to cry | | | | | | | |
362 | There were ninety and nine that safely lay | | | | | | | |
363 | "Though your sins be as scarlet, They shall be as white as snow | | | | | | | |
364 | Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
365 | To the work! to the work! We are servants of God | | | | | | | |
366 | Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus | | | | | | | |
367 | Tis set, the feast divine | | | | | | | |
368 | To Christ be loyal and be true | | | | | | | |
369 | True-hearted, whole-hearted, faithful and loyal | | | | | | | |
370 | When we walk with the Lord IN the light of His Word | | | | | | | |
371 | Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
372 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
373 | Watch and pray, for the Lord is coming | | | | | | | |
374 | We will spread the gospel light, We will battle for the right | | | | | | | |
375 | O how sweet 'twill be to meet the Lord | | | | | | | |
376 | We are going down the valley one by one | | | | | | | |
377 | Will your anchor hold in the storms of life | | | | | | | |
378 | When the Saviour comes for His chosen ones, We'll be like Him, We'll be like Him | | | | | | | |
379 | We saw Thee not when Thou didst come | | | | | | | |
380 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
381 | How our hearts ache with grief as we say goodbye | | | | | | | |
382 | O land of rest, of Thee I sigh! | | | | | | | |
383 | What a Friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
384 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
385 | Tho' the way w journey may be often drear | | | | | | | |
386 | Jesus the Lord laid His glory aside | | | | | | | |
387 | Christ, our Redeemer, died on the cross | | | | | | | |
388 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
389 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
390 | When my love to Christ grows weak | | | | | | | |
391 | What will you do with Jesus? | | | | | | | |
392 | Brother afar from the Savior today | | | | | | | |
393 | When all my labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
394 | Just over life's billowy ocean I see | | | | | | | |
395 | We are looking t'ward the sky with a hoping, trusting eye | | | | | | | |
396 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
397 | When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed | | | | | | | |
398 | I want to hear my Saviour's welcome | | | | | | | |
399 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
400 | When the mists have rolled in splendor From the beauty of the hills | | | | | | | |