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101 | Dear comrade, you're facing the right and the wrong | | | | | | | |
102 | For me he prayed | | | | | | | |
103 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
104 | I am trusting in my blessed Savior who is all the world to me | | | | | | | |
105 | There is music in my soul While from my lips hallelujahs | | | | | | | |
106 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
107 | I want my life to show the world | | | | | | | |
108 | Love of the Father so wondrous and true | | | | | | | |
109 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
110 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
111 | Sing the praise of Jesus as you go along | | | | | | | |
112 | Some day the cares of life will rise | | | | | | | |
113 | In thy field I would wield | | | | | | | |
114 | There's a wondrous light in heaven | | | | | | | |
115 | When the Lord of all both the great and small | | | | | | | |
116 | Some day, glad day, on heaven's golden shore | | | | | | | |
117 | Sitting at the feet of Jesus, watching | | | | | | | |
118 | There is joy and peace and gladness in my heart today | | | | | | | |
119 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
120 | Mid the toil and strife of this busy life | | | | | | | |
121 | Sometimes I get weary all along my pilgrim way | | | | | | | |
122 | Wonderful things of folks are said When they have passed away | | | | | | | |
123 | I've just a little longer on the road to travel | | | | | | | |
124 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
125 | I dreamed I had gone to that city | | | | | | | |
126 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
127 | We see our friends are weeping | | | | | | | |
128 | A happy home is waiting me | | | | | | | |
129 | When all your friends forsake you | | | | | | | |
130 | If I should be living when Jesus comes | | | | | | | |
131 | I'd like to wander back again | | | | | | | |
132 | Precious memories, unseen angels sent from | | | | | | | |
133 | If I could only wander back | | | | | | | |
134 | Once I wandered from the Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | As you travel on the rugged road | | | | | | | |
136 | When your heart is bleeding | | | | | | | |
137 | I live in a land of sorrow while toiling in this | | | | | | | |
138 | I have a home in glory, 'tis everything to me | | | | | | | |
139 | I once was lost in sin but Jesus took me in | | | | | | | |
140 | There's a mansion up in heaven in that bright eternal land | | | | | | | |
141 | Are you giving to the world a smile | | | | | | | |
142 | Soul you are drifting along on the tide | | | | | | | |
143 | Come to the Savior, win grace and favor He'll cleanse your sin-stained soul | | | | | | | |
144 | O let us be careful whle sowing our seed | | | | | | | |
145 | Years ago, when but [I] [just] a boy | | | | | | | |
146 | I think of the circle of the friends I have known | | | | | | | |
147 | There's a golden city in the sky | | | | | | | |
148 | You ask me why some days are sad | | | | | | | |
149 | A time is approaching, we know not the day | | | | | | | |
150 | I will meet you in the morning by the bright | | | | | | | |
151 | I hold to the hand of my Savior and friend | | | | | | | |
152 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
153 | A few more years may pass away A few more | | | | | | | |
154 | When this busy life is ended | | | | | | | |
155 | My soul was drifting far from the road | | | | | | | |
156 | O see the golden harvest | | | | | | | |
157 | All around me every moment | | | | | | | |
158 | Jesus keeps a carol ringing in my soul | | | | | | | |
159 | In the harvest we should be reaping | | | | | | | |
160 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
161 | As I travel through this pilgrim land | | | | | | | |
162 | Wonderful is Jesus, our matchless King | | | | | | | |
163 | There's a little white church in the valley | | | | | | | |
164 | While I sail life's rolling sea | | | | | | | |
165 | From Jerusalem to Jericho upon the lonely road | | | | | | | |
166 | This world's magic gallery of pictures | | | | | | | |
167 | There's an old home place that I would like to see | | | | | | | |
168 | I'm a pilgrim and a stranger in this wilderness below, But I have a mansion | | | | | | | |
169 | Oft when twilight gathers | | | | | | | |
170 | There's a crown for your cross | | | | | | | |
171 | Come, view the cross where Jesus died | | | | | | | |
172 | Look away from the cross | | | | | | | |
173 | O there is a time when the message will come | | | | | | | |
174 | There's a wonderful lifegiving story | | | | | | | |
175 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
176 | Often I've heard of heaven, wonderful country | | | | | | | |
177 | There's a happy land of promise | | | | | | | |
178 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
179 | As I journey on this pilgrim way | | | | | | | |
180 | Once I was wandering sad and weary | | | | | | | |
181 | As we journey on t'ward heaven's shining goal | | | | | | | |
182 | Just across the silent river On a fair, eternal shore | | | | | | | |
183 | God's dear Son has kept me singing | | | | | | | |
184 | Some of these days I'm going home where no sorrows ever come | | | | | | | |
185 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
186 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
187 | I'm thinking now of heaven | | | | | | | |
188 | When our work here is complete | | | | | | | |
189 | I do not ask for happy days | | | | | | | |
190 | Happy songs I sing today | | | | | | | |
191 | How I love the great Redeemer | | | | | | | |
192 | Since I reached life's goal I'd like to stroll | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord, I sometimes feel Just like a stranger here As I travel down life's road | | | | | | | |
194 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
195 | We see the rainbow shining | | | | | | | |
196 | While kneeling by her bedside | | | | | | | |
197 | I am thinking today of a little old home | | | | | | | |
198 | I dearly love my mother's book | | | | | | | |
199 | There's a little pine log cabin | | | | | | | |
200 | Who went to Calvary's cross | | | | | | | |