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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A great Rock stands in a weary land | | | | | | | |
d3 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
d4 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d5 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d6 | Abiding, O so wondrous sweet! I'm resting at the | | | | | | | |
d7 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d8 | All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers | | | | | | | |
d9 | All glory to Jesus be given that life and salvation are free | | | | | | | |
d10 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d11 | All my doubts I give to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d12 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
d13 | Are you ready for the Bridegroom when he comes | | | | | | | |
d14 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d15 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d16 | As you gather round your table | | | | | | | |
d17 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d18 | Beautiful valley of Eden! Sweet is thy noon-tide calm | | | | | | | |
d19 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d20 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come unto me, I'll give thee peace | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d28 | Comrades, hear the Captain calling | | | | | | | |
d29 | Dare to be [do] right, dare to be true | | | | | | | |
d30 | Dear [Lord] [Well] Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
d31 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d32 | Down in the valley among the sweet grasses [lillies] | | | | | | | |
d33 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d34 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d35 | From the third heaven where God resides | | | | | | | |
d36 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d37 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d38 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d39 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d41 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d42 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d43 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d44 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d45 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d46 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d47 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d48 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d49 | I am waiting for the master | | | | | | | |
d50 | I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet | | | | | | | |
d51 | I have found repose for my weary soul | | | | | | | |
d52 | I have read of a beautiful city, Far away | | | | | | | |
d53 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d54 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d55 | I love to follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d56 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d57 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d58 | I saw a lonely traveler | | | | | | | |
d59 | I stand all bewildered [astonished] with wonder | | | | | | | |
d60 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
d61 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d62 | I will watch and wait for the morning's dawn | | | | | | | |
d63 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d64 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
d65 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d66 | I'm nearing the gates of the city, that city | | | | | | | |
d67 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d68 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d69 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d70 | In the rifted rock I'm resting | | | | | | | |
d71 | In the secret of his presence I am kept from strife of tongues | | | | | | | |
d72 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d73 | I've read of a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jesus, refuge of my soul | | | | | | | |
d78 | Jesus stands, O how amazing | | | | | | | |
d79 | Jesus, thine all victorious love | | | | | | | |
d80 | Keep your colors flying | | | | | | | |
d81 | List, the Spirit calls to thee Will you be washed | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
d83 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
d84 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d85 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d86 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
d87 | Men of God, arouse to action | | | | | | | |
d88 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d89 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d90 | Must I go, and empty handed | | | | | | | |
d91 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d92 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d93 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d94 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
d95 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d96 | My robes were once all [so] stained with sin | | | | | | | |
d97 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d98 | My times are in Thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
d99 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
d100 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |