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d1 | A parting hymn we sing Around Thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
d2 | A ruler once came to [unto] Jesus [the Savior] by | | | | | | | |
d3 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d4 | All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers | | | | | | | |
d5 | All glory to God in the highest | | | | | | | |
d6 | Although tried and tempted | | | | | | | |
d7 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d8 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d9 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d10 | And wilt thou, O eternal God | | | | | | | |
d11 | Anywhere with Jesus I can safely go | | | | | | | |
d12 | Are we faithful workers day by day | | | | | | | |
d13 | Are you robed in righteousness | | | | | | | |
d14 | Around the great white throne some day | | | | | | | |
d15 | At the feet of Jesus kneeling | | | | | | | |
d16 | Be true to the Savior, Ye who have declared | | | | | | | |
d17 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d18 | Before I found my [the] Savior I had a load of care | | | | | | | |
d19 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d20 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d21 | By Samaria's wayside well | | | | | | | |
d22 | By the Jericho road Bartimeus had sat | | | | | | | |
d23 | Carry them to Jesus who have weary grown | | | | | | | |
d24 | Christian, awake, the daylight breaks | | | | | | | |
d25 | Christian, seek not yet repose | | | | | | | |
d26 | Closer, still closer, my Savior, to thee | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come and see the blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come back, my sheep far from me straying | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come in, blessed Savior, I'm weary of sin | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come to Jesus, weary wanderer | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come to me, ye heavy laden | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d36 | Dear dying man, pray stop and think | | | | | | | |
d37 | Dear sinner, God is calling you today | | | | | | | |
d38 | Dear wandering sinners far from home | | | | | | | |
d39 | Down in a room all cozy and bright | | | | | | | |
d40 | Drifting away, as swift pass the years | | | | | | | |
d41 | Eden, sweet Eden, thou beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d42 | Faintly flow, thou falling river | | | | | | | |
d43 | Father in heaven, hear thou my prayer Grant us thy mercy, Grant us thy care | | | | | | | |
d44 | Fear not, He said, ye weary ones | | | | | | | |
d45 | Forth we go to battle for our Savior King | | | | | | | |
d46 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d47 | From the mystic world above us | | | | | | | |
d48 | Gather the little ones unto the Savior | | | | | | | |
d49 | Go to the mountains so dark and cold | | | | | | | |
d50 | Go work in the harvest of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d51 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d52 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d53 | Hark to the sound of the Gospel | | | | | | | |
d54 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
d55 | Have you a burden too heavy to bear, Tell it to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d56 | Have you ever thought of what the Lord has done | | | | | | | |
d57 | He died for all, O blessed thought With Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
d58 | Heal the broken hearted by a word of cheer | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hear the blessed invitation, won't you come | | | | | | | |
d60 | Hear the Master's voice as he speaks today | | | | | | | |
d61 | Heard you not that railroad whistle | | | | | | | |
d62 | Heirs to the kingdom of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d63 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d64 | Hosanna to the blessed Son | | | | | | | |
d65 | How dear to my heart is the story of old | | | | | | | |
d66 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d67 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d68 | How pleasant 'tis, when Sabbath comes | | | | | | | |
d69 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d70 | How wondrous is the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d71 | I am resting at the cross | | | | | | | |
d72 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d73 | I have heard of the love of the holy One above | | | | | | | |
d74 | I know not the way to the beautiful gate | | | | | | | |
d75 | I know there's a home for the good that labor here | | | | | | | |
d76 | I love the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
d77 | I love thee, my Father | | | | | | | |
d78 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d79 | I never can forget the day I heard my mother kindly say | | | | | | | |
d80 | I sometimes think 'tis all of life | | | | | | | |
d81 | I want to live for Jesus And do his holy will | | | | | | | |
d82 | I will leave all my past at the cross | | | | | | | |
d83 | If on his promise thy hopes depend | | | | | | | |
d84 | If we keep the precepts of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d85 | I'll sing of Jesus and his love | | | | | | | |
d86 | I'll sing of my Savior, so loving and true I'll tell the old story that ever is new | | | | | | | |
d87 | I'm glad salvation's free | | | | | | | |
d88 | I'm so happy today, All my sins washed away | | | | | | | |
d89 | In that bright home beyond the dark sea | | | | | | | |
d90 | In the early morn of life | | | | | | | |
d91 | In the rifted rock I'm resting | | | | | | | |
d92 | In the vineyard of the Master Is there any work | | | | | | | |
d93 | In thy presence we bow | | | | | | | |
d94 | Is there trouble anywhere, Is your soul | | | | | | | |
d95 | I've found my Lord and he is mine | | | | | | | |
d96 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d97 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d98 | Jesus has launched the lifeboat | | | | | | | |
d99 | Jesus is calling poor wanderers home | | | | | | | |
d100 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |