# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d102 | King of kings, and wilt thou deign | | | | | | | |
d103 | Land ahead, its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |
d104 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d105 | Let him to whom we now belong | | | | | | | |
d106 | List, the Spirit calls to thee Will you be washed | | | | | | | |
d107 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d109 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d110 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d111 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
d112 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d113 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d114 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
d115 | My body, soul and spirit, Jesus, I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d116 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d117 | My dear Lord is quickly coming | | | | | | | |
d118 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d119 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d120 | My gracious Lord [God], I own thy right | | | | | | | |
d121 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d122 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d123 | My robes were once all [so] stained with sin | | | | | | | |
d124 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d125 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d126 | Now crucified with Christ I am | | | | | | | |
d127 | Now may he who from the dead | | | | | | | |
d128 | O blessed fellowship divine | | | | | | | |
d129 | O bliss of the purified [pure ones] | | | | | | | |
d130 | O brother, have you told how the Lord forgave | | | | | | | |
d131 | O come, and dwell in [with] me [us] | | | | | | | |
d132 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d133 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d134 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d135 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d136 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d137 | O God, my heart doth long for thee | | | | | | | |
d138 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d139 | O mourner in [of] Zion, how blessed art thou | | | | | | | |
d140 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d141 | O this uttermost salvation | | | | | | | |
d142 | O who'll stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d143 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d144 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d145 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
d146 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d147 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d148 | Precious Savior thou hast saved me | | | | | | | |
d149 | Prince of peace control my will | | | | | | | |
d150 | Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it | | | | | | | |
d151 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d152 | Rest to the weary soul And aching breast | | | | | | | |
d153 | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
d154 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d155 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d156 | Saved to the uttermost I am the Lord's | | | | | | | |
d157 | Sins of years are washed away | | | | | | | |
d158 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d159 | Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat | | | | | | | |
d160 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d161 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d162 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d163 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d164 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d165 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d166 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d167 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d168 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d169 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d170 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d171 | Thanks be to Jesus, his mercy is free | | | | | | | |
d172 | The blood, the blood is all my plea | | | | | | | |
d173 | The conscience of childhood is speaking | | | | | | | |
d174 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d175 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want; He maketh me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d176 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want; He maketh me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d177 | The mercy of God is an ocean divine | | | | | | | |
d178 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d179 | The power is coming | | | | | | | |
d180 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d181 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d182 | The world is full of singing | | | | | | | |
d183 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d184 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d185 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d186 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d187 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d188 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d189 | There's a resting place I know | | | | | | | |
d190 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
d191 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d192 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d193 | 'Tis almost time for the Lord to come | | | | | | | |
d194 | 'Tis the good old time religion | | | | | | | |
d195 | 'Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung | | | | | | | |
d196 | To thy cross, dear Christ, I'm clinging | | | | | | | |
d197 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d198 | Watch ye saints with eyelids waking | | | | | | | |
d199 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d200 | We are never, never weary of the grand old song | | | | | | | |