# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My Jesus suffered death for me | | | | | | | |
d102 | My Lord, I am thine, my flesh and my soul | | | | | | | |
d103 | My Savior to praise | | | | | | | |
d104 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d105 | Never be late to the Sunday School class | | | | | | | |
d106 | Never let your courage fail you | | | | | | | |
d107 | No longer delay, no longer delay | | | | | | | |
d108 | No mortal eye that land hath seen | | | | | | | |
d109 | Not far, not far from the kingdom, Yet in the shadow of sin | | | | | | | |
d110 | Not the pleasures of the worlds | | | | | | | |
d111 | Nothing but Christ, O rest my | | | | | | | |
d112 | O come in life's gay morning | | | | | | | |
d113 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d114 | O Jesus, hear my humble cry | | | | | | | |
d115 | O Jesus, my Jesus, I have thee at last | | | | | | | |
d116 | O rest of the soul, sweet rest | | | | | | | |
d117 | O risen Christ, Thou art the door | | | | | | | |
d118 | O speak kind words, where'er you be | | | | | | | |
d119 | O the bitter shame [pain] and [of] sorrow | | | | | | | |
d120 | O thou God who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
d121 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
d122 | One more hymn we'll sing at parting | | | | | | | |
d123 | Out in the world so dark | | | | | | | |
d124 | Praise the Lord, all ye people, O lift up your voice | | | | | | | |
d125 | Praise to the Lord, all ye children sing praises | | | | | | | |
d126 | Prohibition prohibition sound | | | | | | | |
d127 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d128 | Saints of God the dawn is brightening | | | | | | | |
d129 | Savior, hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d130 | Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sing praises, sing praises, to Jesus belongs | | | | | | | |
d132 | Singing for Jesus, our Savior and King | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sweet flowers their incense raise | | | | | | | |
d134 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d135 | The bells are ringing sweet and clear | | | | | | | |
d136 | The earth awakes with starts | | | | | | | |
d137 | The Lord is my Light, then why should I fear? | | | | | | | |
d138 | The Master calleth from the sky | | | | | | | |
d139 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d140 | The sinner's Friend, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d141 | The sound of the gospel | | | | | | | |
d142 | The Spirit is teaching | | | | | | | |
d143 | The sun and the flowers | | | | | | | |
d144 | The whole wide world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d145 | There are songs of joy that I loved to sing | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is no sweeter story told in all | | | | | | | |
d148 | There's a beautiful city in heaven | | | | | | | |
d149 | They were watching on the hillsides | | | | | | | |
d150 | Thou whose celestial power divine | | | | | | | |
d151 | Though clouds of darkness hang | | | | | | | |
d152 | Though dark the scenes I need | | | | | | | |
d153 | Thy death, O Lord, is life to me | | | | | | | |
d154 | To thee, O Lord, my prayers I send | | | | | | | |
d155 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d156 | Today, while the sun shines | | | | | | | |
d157 | Upon the mountains wild | | | | | | | |
d158 | We are waiting, Jesus, waiting | | | | | | | |
d159 | We hail this day of gladness | | | | | | | |
d160 | We have found him, we have found | | | | | | | |
d161 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d162 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d163 | What a Savior, see the fountain | | | | | | | |
d164 | Whate'er God will [wills], let that be done | | | | | | | |
d165 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d166 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d167 | When wandering feet have weary | | | | | | | |
d168 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d169 | Who is this, all alone, in sorrow | | | | | | | |
d170 | Why turns my heart to thee | | | | | | | |
d171 | Will you join our happy band | | | | | | | |
d172 | Would you make your life a blessing | | | | | | | |
d173 | Ye pilgrims, bound to perfect bliss | | | | | | | |