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d1 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d2 | All glory to Jesus be given | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d5 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d6 | Are you ready for the Bridegroom when he comes | | | | | | | |
d7 | Are you weary, are you heavy hearted | | | | | | | |
d8 | As shadows cast by cloud and sun | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beckoning [Beautiful] hands at the gateway tonight | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d11 | But welcome, but welcome death to me | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear [Lord] [Well] Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
d16 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d17 | Ere you left your room this morning | | | | | | | |
d18 | Far back in my musings | | | | | | | |
d19 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d20 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
d21 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power | | | | | | | |
d22 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d23 | Ho, my comrades, see the signal waving | | | | | | | |
d24 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d25 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d26 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
d27 | I have a song I love to sing, since I | | | | | | | |
d28 | I hope to meet you all in glory | | | | | | | |
d29 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d30 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d31 | I will sing of my Redeemer, And his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d32 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d33 | In a world so full of weeping | | | | | | | |
d34 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d35 | In thy cleft, O rock of ages | | | | | | | |
d36 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
d37 | Jesus is coming, sing the glad word | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d39 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d40 | Listen, sinner, mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
d41 | Lo the golden fields are smiling | | | | | | | |
d42 | Look ye saints the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
d43 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d44 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d45 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d46 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d47 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d48 | Now just a word for Jesus, your dearest friend | | | | | | | |
d49 | O bliss of the purified [pure ones] | | | | | | | |
d50 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d51 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d52 | O give us, Lord, a Pentecost | | | | | | | |
d53 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d54 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d55 | O thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d56 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
d57 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d58 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d59 | Only a step to Jesus, Then why not take it now | | | | | | | |
d60 | Over the river, I'm going | | | | | | | |
d61 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d62 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d63 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d64 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d65 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d66 | Say, is your lamp burning, my brother | | | | | | | |
d67 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d68 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d69 | Since I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d70 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d71 | Sinner [sinners] go [come], will you go | | | | | | | |
d72 | Soul of mine, in earthly temple | | | | | | | |
d73 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
d74 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d75 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d76 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d77 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d78 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d79 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d81 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d82 | There is never a pathway so barren | | | | | | | |
d83 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d84 | 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give | | | | | | | |
d85 | Victory upon my banner | | | | | | | |
d86 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d87 | We're over on the stormy [life's stormy] [the other] side | | | | | | | |
d88 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d89 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d90 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d91 | When we enter the portals of glory | | | | | | | |
d92 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
d93 | Where the jasper walls are beaming, Where the pearly gates | | | | | | | |
d94 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d95 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d96 | Would you lay your burden down | | | | | | | |
d97 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |