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d101 | O love surpassing knowledge | | | | | | | |
d102 | O prodigal, return Thy Father's love to learn | | | | | | | |
d103 | O sinner, long lost in the mazes of sin Astray on | | | | | | | |
d104 | O the grace of God that could save my soul | | | | | | | |
d105 | O what a happy lot is mine, For Jesus loves me! for Jesus loves me | | | | | | | |
d106 | On time's rapid marching we are passing | | | | | | | |
d107 | Once I thought I walked with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d108 | Only the blood of Jesus availeth | | | | | | | |
d109 | Our country for Jesus, of this will I [I will] sing | | | | | | | |
d110 | Out from the depths to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d111 | Out on the ocean, sailor, now is your bark | | | | | | | |
d112 | Out there floats upon the breezes | | | | | | | |
d113 | Over the rolling sea, Many the voices | | | | | | | |
d114 | Praise the Lord, O come, with exultation | | | | | | | |
d115 | Press onward Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
d116 | Redeem the time, my brother | | | | | | | |
d117 | Repentant soul, turn to the Lord | | | | | | | |
d118 | Rest to the weary soul And aching breast | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sabbath bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d120 | Savior, gentle Savior, tender, meek and mild grant me now Thy favor, come and bless Thy child | | | | | | | |
d121 | Savior, in my want and weakness | | | | | | | |
d122 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d123 | Scatter golden sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d124 | See the blessed angels watching | | | | | | | |
d125 | See, yon Christian, in life's pathway | | | | | | | |
d126 | Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating | | | | | | | |
d127 | Should the death angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
d128 | Since I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sinner, come, no longer wander | | | | | | | |
d130 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d133 | Still they resound as in days of old | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sweet Sunday school, I love the place | | | | | | | |
d136 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d137 | Take our hands in thine, dear Father | | | | | | | |
d138 | Tell us what the Lord has done for you | | | | | | | |
d139 | Thanks be to Jesus, his mercy is free | | | | | | | |
d140 | The children may come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d141 | The Christmas bells are ringing, Yes, ringing everywhere | | | | | | | |
d142 | The holy Christmas comes again | | | | | | | |
d143 | The little town of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d144 | The mercy of God is an ocean divine | | | | | | | |
d145 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d146 | The reapers now for many a day | | | | | | | |
d147 | The Sabbath bells the cheerful bells | | | | | | | |
d148 | The Spirit is calling O do not delay | | | | | | | |
d149 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d150 | The whole world was in darkness | | | | | | | |
d151 | There are hills beyond the valley where the river glideth by | | | | | | | |
d152 | There are wrecks along the shore | | | | | | | |
d153 | There is a harp whose thrilling sound | | | | | | | |
d154 | There is a life supremely fair | | | | | | | |
d155 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d156 | There'll come a time, a happy time | | | | | | | |
d157 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d158 | There's a light in the window of heaven | | | | | | | |
d159 | There's a rift in the clouds | | | | | | | |
d160 | There's an ark of safety, will you enter in | | | | | | | |
d161 | Thine own we bring thee | | | | | | | |
d162 | This is the sweetest story, wonderful, strange | | | | | | | |
d163 | Thou art coming, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d164 | Throw open the gates of the city, The beautiful city of gold | | | | | | | |
d165 | 'Tis thine alone, Almighty Name, to raise the dead to life | | | | | | | |
d166 | Twinkle, twinkle, Christmas star | | | | | | | |
d167 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d168 | Wake the strain the glad refrain | | | | | | | |
d169 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d170 | We are a little gleaning band | | | | | | | |
d171 | We are happy little children, Gathered in our school today | | | | | | | |
d172 | We are little reapers, toiling | | | | | | | |
d173 | We are marching to the land of the saints over there | | | | | | | |
d174 | We are only little gleaners | | | | | | | |
d175 | We are sowing, ever sowing In the paths | | | | | | | |
d176 | We are youthful students | | | | | | | |
d177 | We dedicate this parting hour | | | | | | | |
d178 | We have come to sing the praise | | | | | | | |
d179 | We pray for thy blessing, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d180 | We're a faithful pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d181 | We're a little Christian band | | | | | | | |
d182 | We're a little pilgrim band, Cheerfully we sing | | | | | | | |
d183 | What a glorious crown there is laid up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d184 | What are the tidings from above | | | | | | | |
d185 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d186 | What though before me it is [be] dark | | | | | | | |
d187 | What wondrous peace and joy are mine | | | | | | | |
d188 | When I read the dear old story | | | | | | | |
d189 | When the toils of life are over And our weary journey's done | | | | | | | |
d190 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d191 | When we reach the golden city, When we pass | | | | | | | |
d192 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |