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3 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | |  | |
4 | The Lord is risen - thro' the gloom | | | | | |  | |
5 | Would you know why I love Jesus? | | | | | |  | |
6 | Hark! the trumpet is calling, brave soldiers | | | | | |  | |
7 | Jesus, high in glory | | | | | |  | |
8 | Fellow voyager, cease complaining | | | | | |  | |
9 | Where'er I rest, where'er I rove | | | | | |  | |
10 | Step by step, and day by day | | | | | |  | |
11 | Oh, the snowflakes, dancing snowflakes | | | | | |  | |
12 | We haste to thy temple, oh, Father! | | | | | |  | |
13 | Two angels watch beside me | | | | | |  | |
14 | Where, save to thee, O Lord, Shall we our burdens bear | | | | | |  | |
15 | Ho! my comrades, see the signal | | | | | |  | |
16 | Who will go and work for Jesus? | | | | | |  | |
17 | Refreshed by gentle slumbers | | | | | |  | |
18 | Over the river, the bright, crystal river | | | | | |  | |
19 | The Savior is my shepherd | | | | | |  | |
20 | Work when the morning shineth | | | | | |  | |
21 | Sing the praises of the Savior | | | | | |  | |
22 | He that goeth forth with weeping | [He that goeth forth with weeping] | | | | |  | |
23 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | |  | |
24 | Home from work the laborers | | | |  | |  | |
25 | Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light | | | | | |  | |
26 | Under the storm-burdened sky | | | | | |  | |
27 | One by one, the shadows gather | | | | | |  | |
28 | Sweetly over hill and valley | | | | | |  | |
29 | Plenty of work, for the Master, to do | | | | | |  | |
30 | Long ago in old Judea | | | | | |  | |
31 | Fiercely the cold winds are howling | | | | | |  | |
32 | Weary of the Master's fight | | | | | |  | |
33 | My Savior, thou who once on earth | | | | | |  | |
34 | Somewhere there's a world of beauty | | | | | |  | |
35 | O Jesus, Savior, King | | | | | |  | |
36 | Pilgrim with thine eyes uplifted | | | | | |  | |
37 | The clouds hang heavy round my way, I cannot see | | | | | |  | |
38 | Oh, have you heard of yon bright clime | | | | | |  | |
39 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | |  | |
40 | Somewhere beyond the vision | | | | | |  | |
41 | O birdie, singing on the bough Thro' all the summer day | | | | | |  | |
42 | Sinners who all will forsake | | | | | |  | |
43 | "God is love," the snowflakes whisper | | | | | |  | |
44 | When a few more years are blended | | | | | |  | |
45 | Savior, grant me rest and peace | | | | | |  | |
46 | Never, my child, forget to pray | | | | | |  | |
47 | I have a home, a home above | | | | | |  | |
48 | Little stars that twinkle in the heavens blue | [Little stars that twinkle in the heavens blue] | | | | |  | |
49 | Jesus is our Leader, As we pass along | | | | | |  | |
50 | We're the victors now forever | | | | | |  | |
52 | Let the holy name of Jesus | | | | | |  | |
53 | Take my hand, my heav'nly Father | | | | | |  | |
54 | Come, is the Savior's dying word | | | | | |  | |
55 | Sing, oh sing the song again! | | | | | |  | |
56 | I've a mansion over yonder | | | | | |  | |
58 | O why should we fear tho' the storms are hov'ring o'er us | | | | | |  | |
59 | Jesus, my Savior dear | | | | | |  | |
60 | We are toiling onward, hand in hand | | | | | |  | |
61 | Savior, draw me near to thee | | | | | |  | |
62 | When life is slowly waning | | | | | |  | |
63 | Behold the lilies of the field | | | | | |  | |
64 | When, as of old, in her sadness | | | | | |  | |
65 | Far, far o'er hill and dale | | | | | |  | |
66 | 'Tis not for a name that the world may prize | | | | | |  | |
67 | Purer in heart, O God, Help me to be | | | | | |  | |
68 | Lo! the banner of the King | | | | | |  | |
69 | We all might do good, where we often do ill | | | | | |  | |
70 | Rally 'round the Bible, Children, let us sing | | | | | |  | |
71 | God of our salvation! | | | | | |  | |
72 | Day by day, my Lord and Savior | | | | | |  | |
73 | Christ is walking on the waters | | | | | |  | |
74 | It will not be long at the longest | | | | | |  | |
75 | Closer, still closer, my Savior, to thee | | | | | |  | |
76 | We may all be Standard bearers | | | | | |  | |
77 | We are on our journey home | | | | | |  | |
78 | Cease your waiting, stand not idle | | | | | |  | |
80 | There is a place where my hopes are staid | | | | | |  | |
81 | O would to me were only given | | | | | |  | |
82 | Shout, shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | |  | |
83 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | |  | |
84 | Oh, bright golden Sunset! | | | | | |  | |
85 | Lord, we expect a day | | | | | |  | |
86 | On the restless waves of passion | | | | | |  | |
87 | Lead me, oh my heavenly Father | | | | | |  | |
88 | We know not the time when He cometh | | | | | |  | |
89 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | |  | |
90 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I fear | | | | | |  | |
91 | Rejoice and be ye glad | | | | | |  | |
92 | Workers in the Master's vineyard | | | | | |  | |
94 | I think that the flowers in heaven | | | | | |  | |
95 | When the tempest gathers round me | | | | | |  | |
96 | I am waiting for the morning | | | | | |  | |
98 | Let us sing the songs of Zion | | | | | |  | |
99 | Prince of peace! control my will | | | | | |  | |
100 | With the heav'nly armor shining bright | | | | | |  | |
102 | From earth - its cares - from its toils and pains | | | | | |  | |
103 | I am persuaded that Jesus loves me | | | | | |  | |
104 | Servants of Jesus, the day is at hand | | | | | |  | |
105 | Not without hope, for the faith lighted vision | | | | | |  | |
106 | They recked not of danger, those sinners of old | | | | | |  | |
107 | Stealing from the world away | | | | | |  | |
108 | Oh, a song we'll sing of the olden time | | | | | |  | |