| A stream from Calvary's summit rolls | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 7 |
| All glory to Jesus, I'll sing a glad song | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 1 |
| All glory to the bleeding Lamb (Gilmour) | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| Arm for the battle of glory | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| As onward I sail over life's treacherous wave | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Away from friends, from home, and God | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| By the cross we conquer and have victory | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 2 |
| Centinelas del Maestro | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | Spanish | 2 |
| Come back to me, I long to see your face | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 2 |
| Come, now to Jesus, He's present to bless | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| Come, O my God, the promise seal | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Come, sinners, to the gospel feast, Let every soul be Jesus' guest | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 26 |
| Come to Jesus, wanderer, come | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 3 |
| Earth has her ties, but soon, alas | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Einst schwankte mein Herz auf dem stürmischen Meer | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | German | 0 |
| Estando en miserias y mal pertinaz | H. L. Gilmour (Cho. by) | Spanish | 1 |
| For Christ and the Church, is the watchword today | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| From every stormy wind that blows | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 2 |
| God loved poor sinners, and sent HisSon to save them | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| God so loved the world that He gave His only Son (Gilmour) | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 5 |
| Hark, hark! for the sound of a trumpet | H. L. Gilmour (Author (refrain)) | English | 1 |
| Have you heard the invitation to the gospel feast | H. L. G. (Author (chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Have you heard, when sad and weary | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 2 |
| He brought me out of the miry clay (Chorus) | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 0 |
| He leadeth me: O blessed thought! | J. H. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| How restless the soul of the wanderer from Jesus | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 10 |
| I am walking with my Savior in companionship so sweet | H. L. G. (Author (chorus)) | English | 1 |
| I drifted away from my Savior and Friend | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| I had heard the gospel call, offering pardon free for all | H. L. G. (Author (v. 4)) | English | 6 |
| I have surrendered to the Lord | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 9 |
| I heard a voice in tones of love | H. L. G. (Author (chorus)) | English | 1 |
| I know a fountain deep and wide | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| I praise the Lord, when full of sin | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 4 |
| I sought for the blessing of pardon | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 3 |
| I think oftentimes of that mansion of mine | H. L. G. (Author (Chrous)) | English | 2 |
| I'm lost, I'm lost, the echo seems so sad | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 1 |
| It's when I meet the [my] risen Lord | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 6 |
| Jesus in thy tender love | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | | 1 |
| Jesus stood on the shore when the morning came | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 14 |
| Just as I am, without one plea | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Let my gaze be fixed on Thee | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 16 |
| Let us go and possess the land | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 4 |
| Long weary years in sin I wandered | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| Lord, we come before Thee now | H. L. G. (Arranger) | English | 2 |
| Lost in sight of home, where loved ones | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 6 |
| 'Mid the toil and the battle I think of my home | H. L. G. (Author (chorus)) | English | 5 |
| Min sj'l drefs omkring som | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | | 1 |
| My heart was distressed 'neath Jehovah's dread frown | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 66 |
| My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 342 |
| O my heart is full of laughter | H. L. Gilmour (Author (chorus)) | English | 3 |
| O shipwrecked soul, far out on sin's dark wave | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 3 |
| O sinner, come, there's pardon free | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| On the travel-worn road in the olden time | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Our Lamb is slain, the paschal Lamb | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 7 |
| Perdido en le noche fui sin amor | H. L. G. (Author) | Spanish | 1 |
| Rejoice in the Lord, 'tis the word of the King | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Savior, we come to Thee, weary and weak | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Сүнс минь уйтгарт цөлллөгт амьдралын далайд (Süns mini uitgart tsölllögt amidralyn dalaid) | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | Mongolian | 1 |
| Speak to me, Jesus, I'm far from thy fold | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 11 |
| Sweet is my hiding place | H. L. G. (Author (chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Tan triste y tan lejos de Dios me sentí | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | Spanish | 7 |
| Tell me, O tell me of Jesus | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| The banquet hall is richly spread | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 3 |
| The gleaming spires of Beulah land | Dr. H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 3 |
| The joy of God makes glad my heart | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| The Savior died for me | Dr. H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| The sweetest song my heart ever sung | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 3 |
| There are complaining [so many] people, Who say we are too bold | H. L. Gilmour (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| There's not a bird that wings its flight | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| This life is a warfare, the foe every evil | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | | 1 |
| Though the fig tree shall not blossom (Gilmour) | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| Thronging about him, the people pressed | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Victory shall be ours through Jesus | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| Walk ye in the old paths, that your fathers trod | H. L. G. (Author (Chorus)) | English | 1 |
| Wanderer, come, O come to Jesus | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 3 |
| Watchman, blow the gospel trumpet | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 14 |
| We all do cast a shadow, be it for good or bad | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 1 |
| We would see Jesus, in Bethlehem's glade | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| When first I heard the Savior's voice | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| When lingering on life's sloping verge | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| When out in sin and darkness lost | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 34 |
| When the golden sunset, Gilds the western sky | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 2 |
| With Jesus in the vessel, we can laugh at storm | H. L. G. (Author) | English | 2 |
| "Woe is me!" said the prophet when he saw the Lord | H. L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |
| Would you be free from the burden of sin? | Henry L. Gilmour (Author) | English | 1 |