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d1 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d2 | All that my soul in its sin can need | | | | | | | |
d3 | All ye saints of light proclaim | | | | | | | |
d4 | Amid life's busy, hurrying throng | | | | | | | |
d5 | As you battle on through life | | | | | | | |
d6 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d7 | Back to the Bible, the true living word | | | | | | | |
d8 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
d9 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d10 | By faith I see thy happy shore | | | | | | | |
d11 | Christ, our Redeemer, died on the cross | | | | | | | |
d12 | Christ the Savior came from heaven's glory | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d15 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d16 | Deep down in my heart there is gladness today | | | | | | | |
d17 | Do not let your heart be troubled | | | | | | | |
d18 | Each cooing dove and sighing bough | | | | | | | |
d19 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d20 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d21 | Go through the gates, O church of Christ | | | | | | | |
d22 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d23 | God's tomorrow is a day of gladness | | | | | | | |
d24 | Goin' [Gwine] to lay down my burden, Down by the riverside | | | | | | | |
d25 | Gone from my heart the world and [with] all its charms | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hark, there comes a whisper Stealing on thine ear | | | | | | | |
d27 | Have you wandered away From your Father's care | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hear the Savior's call, Christians one and all | | | | | | | |
d29 | He's able to keep you from falling, Christ Jesus who conquered the grave | | | | | | | |
d30 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d31 | Holy Ghost, with light [love] [power] divine | | | | | | | |
d32 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d33 | How could Christ love such a world | | | | | | | |
d34 | How wondrous the love of my Savior to me | | | | | | | |
d35 | I am a poor wayfaring pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d36 | I am held by God's right hand | | | | | | | |
d37 | I am safe from every storm | | | | | | | |
d38 | I am satisfied with Jesus, He has done so much for me | | | | | | | |
d39 | I call unto Thee, O Lord, out of the deep | | | | | | | |
d40 | I had a loving brother | | | | | | | |
d41 | I have heard of a land on a far away strand | | | | | | | |
d42 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
d43 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d44 | I looked over Jordan, and what did I see | | | | | | | |
d45 | I need not die, another died | | | | | | | |
d46 | I trust in God wherever I may be | | | | | | | |
d47 | If the world from you withhold of [all] its silver and its gold | | | | | | | |
d48 | I'm a-gonna walk on de [the] streets of glory | | | | | | | |
d49 | I'm so glad that trouble don't last always | | | | | | | |
d50 | I'm trusting God for grace and power | | | | | | | |
d51 | In a land of sin and doubt | | | | | | | |
d52 | In God I have found a retreat, O what comfort it brings | | | | | | | |
d53 | In shady green pastures | | | | | | | |
d54 | In sorrow I wandered | | | | | | | |
d55 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d56 | In the early morn, in my garden | | | | | | | |
d57 | In the land of fadeless day | | | | | | | |
d58 | In the rock of ages I am there secure | | | | | | | |
d59 | In the warfare that is waging For the truth and for the right | | | | | | | |
d60 | It came upon the [a] midnight clear | | | | | | | |
d61 | I've got a robe, you've got a robe | | | | | | | |
d62 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
d63 | Jesus, Savior, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d64 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d65 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d66 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
d67 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d68 | Let me travel the road, the road of life | | | | | | | |
d69 | Life is like a mountain railroad | | | | | | | |
d70 | Life is real, life is earnest | | | | | | | |
d71 | List to the voice of the Savior Coming from heaven | | | | | | | |
d72 | Living for Jesus dwelling in him | | | | | | | |
d73 | Lord, I want to be a Christian in [in-a] my heart | | | | | | | |
d74 | Love sent my Savior to die in my stead | | | | | | | |
d75 | Massa Jesus, in the valley | | | | | | | |
d76 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d77 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d78 | My confidence in Jesus grows stronger every day | | | | | | | |
d79 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d80 | My Father has many dear children | | | | | | | |
d81 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d82 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d83 | My Lord [he] calls me, [he] calls me in [by] the thunder | | | | | | | |
d84 | My ship is sailing o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
d85 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d86 | My soul is anchored in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d87 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d88 | Neath the stars of the night | | | | | | | |
d89 | No burdens yonder, not a single care | | | | | | | |
d90 | No shadows yonder, all light and song | | | | | | | |
d91 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
d92 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d93 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d94 | O have you not heard of [that] country above | | | | | | | |
d95 | O John, O John, now didn't you say | | | | | | | |
d96 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d97 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d98 | O my Redeemer, what a Friend thou art to me | | | | | | | |
d99 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d100 | O soul far away from the beautiful fold | | | | | | | |