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d1 | All ye saints of light proclaim | | | | | | | |
d2 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d3 | As I travel down life's road of sin | | | | | | | |
d4 | Brave little soldiers, we're marching today | | | | | | | |
d5 | Christ is leading me, and 'tis sweet to be | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d7 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d8 | Dying on the cross | | | | | | | |
d9 | Evening shadows so softly are falling | | | | | | | |
d10 | For trifles of life no longer I pine | | | | | | | |
d11 | Glory, hallulujah, I am on my way | | | | | | | |
d12 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d13 | Goodbye old world of tribulation | | | | | | | |
d14 | Hark, ten thousand voices sounding | | | | | | | |
d15 | He knows the bitter, weary way | | | | | | | |
d16 | Here so often we're sad and down hearted | | | | | | | |
d17 | I am riding on the ship of Zion | | | | | | | |
d18 | I believe in the Bible | | | | | | | |
d19 | I don't want your mansions | | | | | | | |
d20 | I get down on my knees | | | | | | | |
d21 | I had a view of God's own heaven | | | | | | | |
d22 | I have a home of wondrous | | | | | | | |
d23 | I have some friends in a world on high | | | | | | | |
d24 | I love the story of unending glory | | | | | | | |
d25 | I tried to be but couldn't be a Christian | | | | | | | |
d26 | I was weak in sin and a wanderer | | | | | | | |
d27 | I would rather be a teacher | | | | | | | |
d28 | I'd like to see that city | | | | | | | |
d29 | I'd like to tell someone | | | | | | | |
d30 | If I read in the Bible my duty | | | | | | | |
d31 | I'm just a pilgrim here below | | | | | | | |
d32 | I'm living under the sunlight | | | | | | | |
d33 | I'm seeking a home where loved ones await | | | | | | | |
d34 | I'm so happy, happy all | | | | | | | |
d35 | In this changing world of sin | | | | | | | |
d36 | Is the Lord crowded out | | | | | | | |
d37 | I've a mother over yonder | | | | | | | |
d38 | Jesus died that I might have it | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jesus is the world's great Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jesus, my Savior, I do humbly pray | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus touched my heart | | | | | | | |
d42 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d43 | Let's sing the good old songs | | | | | | | |
d44 | Living below in this old sinful world | | | | | | | |
d45 | Lord, fill my heart with love | | | | | | | |
d46 | Many hearts are filled with sorrow | | | | | | | |
d47 | Men today are vain and haughty | | | | | | | |
d48 | My blessed Lord | | | | | | | |
d49 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d50 | My dear Lord hears when I'm crying | | | | | | | |
d51 | My Father's own Son | | | | | | | |
d52 | O Lord, you know that the road has been hard | | | | | | | |
d53 | O the mysteries of death | | | | | | | |
d54 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d55 | On the resurrection morning | | | | | | | |
d56 | Our Lord's preparing us a place | | | | | | | |
d57 | Over the mountain and hill | | | | | | | |
d58 | Rejoicing because I am a child | | | | | | | |
d59 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d60 | Savior, breathe on us a blessing | | | | | | | |
d61 | So low was I | | | | | | | |
d62 | Someone needs to hear the old story | | | | | | | |
d63 | Sometimes I feel so weary | | | | | | | |
d64 | Sometimes I'm prone to falter | | | | | | | |
d65 | Sometimes when I'm alone | | | | | | | |
d66 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d67 | Take Jesus, my friend, he's the Savior of men | | | | | | | |
d68 | The Lord has gone to prepare a home | | | | | | | |
d69 | The need in our land | | | | | | | |
d70 | The Savior died upon the cross for all the world | | | | | | | |
d71 | There is a land beyond the rolling tide | | | | | | | |
d72 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d73 | There is a wonderful place that we | | | | | | | |
d74 | There is no friend on earth | | | | | | | |
d75 | There's a city I'm told | | | | | | | |
d76 | There's a city of endless joy | | | | | | | |
d77 | There's a home for the soul where no sorrow | | | | | | | |
d78 | There's a story that is old | | | | | | | |
d79 | There's a thought that often comes | | | | | | | |
d80 | There's something in the Bible | | | | | | | |
d81 | Though I may be a vagabond | | | | | | | |
d82 | To all the world far and wide | | | | | | | |
d83 | Traveling on this pilgrim road | | | | | | | |
d84 | Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift mine | | | | | | | |
d85 | Upon the cross of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d86 | Walking up the highway | | | | | | | |
d87 | We are working, ever working | | | | | | | |
d88 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d89 | We're not alone for God is everywhere | | | | | | | |
d90 | We're on the way home | | | | | | | |
d91 | When all alone and cast | | | | | | | |
d92 | When billows dark around me roll | | | | | | | |
d93 | When Christ shall come in all his glory | | | | | | | |
d94 | When friends of yore we meet | | | | | | | |
d95 | When I come to cross the river | | | | | | | |
d96 | When I get to heaven | | | | | | | |
d97 | When on the stormy ocean or in far distant | | | | | | | |
d98 | When some deep sorrow I shall meet | | | | | | | |
d99 | When storm clouds dark sweep o'er my soul | | | | | | | |
d100 | When the toils of this life | | | | | | | |