| All o'er the earth men are sighing | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Arise, ye sons of men, arise | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Cast ye your crowns at the blest Savior's feet | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Christ led the way to Calvary | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Christ the light of the ages | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Close to its sunset hour | A. S. M. (Author) | English | 4 |  
 | Come, now, ye weary and halt and blind | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Crowns are made in crucibles | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Death shall be swallow'd in victory | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | Forth to the battle, we march | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Forward march, O foursquare host | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 4 |  
 | Foursquare we stand for the living word | A. S. M. (Author) | English | 4 |  
 | From the crossroads of life there leads | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Have you found a friend in Christ the King | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Hold the foursquare fortress firm 'tis the testing day | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 2 |  
 | Holy and righteous Father humbly we come to Thee | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | I claim the promise | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | I have found a charmed circle | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | I plead thy blood, O Christ | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | I'm sailing o'er the sea of life | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | In a quiet dusky corner | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | It was on the day of Pentecost | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 4 |  
 | It's raining, it's raining | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | I've found the key to Paradise | A. S. M. (Author) | English | 2 |  
 | La Palabra predicad, del Libro de Dios | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | Spanish | 1 |  
 | Life's first years pass away | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Lord Jesus, thy name is sweet in my ears | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Lost was my soul on sin's mountain | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Merciful and gracious, Long suff'ring | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | Not all the efforts of our hands | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | O, cross of Christ, and can it be | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | O is there no balm in Gilead (McPherson) | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | O man, thou'st time for pleasure | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | O mighty God upon us pour | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | O precious Babe of Bethlehem | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | O that it might be no more | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | On Carmel's mount Elijah kneeled | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | On, on, up the foursquare way | A. S. M. (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | On the mountain of God, stands the mansion of Love | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 2 |  
 | Once came the little children | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Once I knew a little boy | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Pass the joyful news along | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 1 |  
 | Pitchers, Pitchers, Here bring your empty pitchers | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | See yonder sun how fast he run | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | Sing winds a lullaby | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | So far as the east is from the west | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Some folks believe that when men once trust | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Speak thou, O Lord, thy servant will obey | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | The blood of my Savior, by faith I now see | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | The Lord planted a garden deep within my heart | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | The world is filled with sorrow. Its heart is filled with pain | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | There came to this earth, in the dear, long ago | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | There's a bright flag waving in the sky | A. S. M. (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | Thirstest Thou, O Son of God | A. S. M. (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | Though stars from their heavenly orbits may stray | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 3 |  
 | 'Tis falling on the housetops | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 3 |  
 | To thy tents, to thy tents, O Isr'l | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | We will go with our young and with our old | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | When God looked on the ancient world | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | When I go home to heaven | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | When I read the story in Acts 2 and 4 | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |  
 | When Naaman the leper came of old | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | When on the green banks of old Jordan's stream | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | When our God thunders the hills and mountains | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | When the weary and the lame | A. S. M. (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | While walking in the lowlands | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | Who's that lying in the manger low | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 2 |  
 | Why are they whipping my Jesus | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) | English | 3 |  
 | With the scarlet thread of redemption | Aimee Semple McPherson (Author) |  | 1 |