# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All hail to thee, Immanuel, we cast our crowns before | | | | | | | |
d2 | All to Jesus I surrender | | | | | | | |
d3 | Awake, awake, and sing the blessed story | | | | | | | |
d4 | Earnestly pray in the morning | | | | | | | |
d5 | God is calling the prodigal | | | | | | | |
d6 | How I love the Bible, 'tis God's message | | | | | | | |
d7 | Hungry, lonesome, worried, distressed | | | | | | | |
d8 | I dreamed that [of] the great judgment morning | | | | | | | |
d9 | I entered once a home of care | | | | | | | |
d10 | I have a song I love to sing, since I | | | | | | | |
d11 | I hear my dying Savior say, follow me | | | | | | | |
d12 | If I walk in the pathway of duty | | | | | | | |
d13 | If we could see beyond today | | | | | | | |
d14 | I've found a Friend who is all to me | | | | | | | |
d15 | Jesus is the fairest name | | | | | | | |
d16 | Jesus, my Lord, will love me forever | | | | | | | |
d17 | Jesus saves and he keeps | | | | | | | |
d18 | Lift up your eyes to Calvary | | | | | | | |
d19 | Lo the conflict of the ages | | | | | | | |
d20 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d21 | Man of sorrow [sorrows], what a name | | | | | | | |
d22 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
d23 | Mid the lightning's lurid flash | | | | | | | |
d24 | More like the Master I would ever be | | | | | | | |
d25 | Neath the stars of the night | | | | | | | |
d26 | O how well I remember | | | | | | | |
d27 | O ye who are troubled and burdened by sin | | | | | | | |
d28 | Out in the highways and by ways of life | | | | | | | |
d29 | Praise the Lord for temple | | | | | | | |
d30 | Raise me Jesus to thy bosum | | | | | | | |
d31 | Saved to the uttermost I am the Lord's | | | | | | | |
d32 | Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating | | | | | | | |
d33 | Sing the praise of God the Father | | | | | | | |
d34 | Someone around you is dreary | | | | | | | |
d35 | Somewhere there's a soul that is lonely | | | | | | | |
d36 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d37 | The cross, it standeth fast | | | | | | | |
d38 | There was a time on earth, when in the book of heaven | | | | | | | |
d39 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
d40 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d41 | Trying to walk in the steps of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d42 | Upon a [the] wide and stormy sea, Thou art [Thou'rt] sailing | | | | | | | |
d43 | We shall see his lovely face | | | | | | | |
d44 | What shall I give thee, Master | | | | | | | |
d45 | You have longed [looked] for sweet peace | | | | | | | |
d46 | Youth is marching, heed the summons | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]