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3 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
4 | When mountains of doubt hem me in on each side | | | | | | | |
5 | All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers | | | | | | | |
6 | To the cross of Christ, my Savior | | | | | | | |
7 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
8 | It may be far, it may be near | | | | | | | |
9 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
10 | While clinging to Jesus with unyielding hold | | | | | | | |
11 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
12 | Behold a fountain, deep and wide | | | | | | | |
13 | My life flows [goes] on in [an] endless song | | | | | | | |
14 | Dear [Lord] [Well] Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
15 | In some way or other, the Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
16 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
17 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
18 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
19 | There are joys we fondly cherish | | | | | | | |
20 | O thought full of sweetness | | | | | | | |
21 | Come to the fountain of mercy, Come to the haven so blest | | | | | | | |
22 | In the silent midnight watches, list thy bosom's door | | | | | | | |
23 | And can it be that I should gain [claim] | | | | | | | |
24 | My foot is on the threshold | | | | | | | |
25 | We may spread our couch with roses | | | | | | | |
26 | Like the sea that cannot rest | | | | | | | |
27 | Quiet as a peaceful river | | | | | | | |
28 | What a friend we have in Jesus | [What a friend we have in Jesus] | | | | | | |
29 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
30 | Anywhere with Jesus says the Christian heart | | | | | | | |
31 | Time is earnest, passing by | | | | | | | |
32 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
33a | O who'll stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
33b | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
34 | Onward, forward, forward pilgrim travelers | | | | | | | |
35 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
36 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
37 | O, now I am a soldier | | | | | | | |
38 | O, think of a home over there | | | | | | | |
39 | In God I have found a retreat, O what comfort it brings | | | | | | | |
40 | Wondrous cross, thy glory beaming | | | | | | | |
41 | Hail, thou ever rolling ocean | | | | | | | |
42 | Come up hither; come away | | | | | | | |
43 | I seem to hear a voice within | | | | | | | |
44 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
45 | Love has a ready ear: It catches each faint moan | | | | | | | |
46 | When the tempest rages high sailing on [o'er] life's boisterous sea | | | | | | | |
47 | Beautiful mansions, home of the blest | | | | | | | |
48 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
49 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
50 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
51a | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
51b | God's holy law transgressed | | | | | | | |
52 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
53 | Through heaven's clear arch the echoes rang | | | | | | | |
54 | My soul is now united to Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
55 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
56 | My soul, with rapture waits for Thee | | | | | | | |
57 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
58 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
59a | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
59b | Savior of the sin sick soul, give me faith to make me whole | | | | | | | |
60 | Stand up for Jesus, Christian stand | | | | | | | |
61a | The night is dark the storm is loud | | | | | | | |
61b | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
62 | I will sing for Jesus, With his blood | | | | | | | |
63 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
64 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
65a | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
65b | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
66 | O blessed feet of Jesus, Weary with seeking me (Wood) | | | | | | | |
67 | Sad and weary with my longing | | | | | | | |
68 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
69a | Bear thy cross cheerfully, brother | | | | | | | |
69b | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
70 | O my house is builded upon the Rock of Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
71 | Though clouds arise and storms prevail | | | | | | | |
72 | What to me are earth's pleasures | | | | | | | |
73 | Come sing the praise of Jesus | | | | | | | |
74 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
75 | O bliss of the purified [pure ones] | | | | | | | |
76 | Who, who are these [they] beside [beyond] the chilly wave | | | | | | | |
77a | Soldiers on life's battlefield | | | | | | | |
77b | Hasten, sinner, to be wise! | | | | | | | |
78 | Watch, for the time is short | | | | | | | |
79 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
80 | Beautiful Zion, built above, beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
81 | O, come to the stream that never runs dry | | | | | | | |
82 | There's a crown in heaven for the striving soul | | | | | | | |
83 | Arise, my soul to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
84 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
85 | If we cannot plant our cottage | | | | | | | |
86 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
87 | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
88 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
89 | Glad as the morning, swift as the light | | | | | | | |
90a | There is a radiant, sunny clime | | | | | | | |
90b | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
91 | We're going home to glory | | | | | | | |
92a | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
92b | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
93 | Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary | | | | | | | |