# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
d102 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d103 | I never can forget the day I heard my mother kindly say | | | | | | | |
d104 | I shall not be a stranger in heaven | | | | | | | |
d105 | I struggled in darkness and doubt many years | | | | | | | |
d106 | I wandered in the shades of night | | | | | | | |
d107 | I want my life to count for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d108 | I want to be a good and faithful servant | | | | | | | |
d109 | I was sinking deep in sin | | | | | | | |
d110 | I will sing of my Redeemer, And his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d111 | I will sing the wondrous story, of the Christ | | | | | | | |
d112 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d113 | I would be true, for there are those | | | | | | | |
d114 | If for Christ I'm living | | | | | | | |
d115 | If I should be living when Jesus comes | | | | | | | |
d116 | If I walk in the pathway of duty | | | | | | | |
d117 | If when you give the best of your service | | | | | | | |
d118 | If you are longing for pardon and peace | | | | | | | |
d119 | If you are tired of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
d120 | If you have been saved from your burden of sin | | | | | | | |
d121 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d122 | I'm pressing on the upward way | | | | | | | |
d123 | I'm rejoicing night and day | | | | | | | |
d124 | In my heart a song is ringing | | | | | | | |
d125 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d126 | In the harvest field [fields] there is work to do | | | | | | | |
d127 | In the hour of grief, giving true relief | | | | | | | |
d128 | Is your home a house of prayer | | | | | | | |
d129 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d130 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d131 | I've a message from the Lord, hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d132 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d133 | I've left the land of death and sin | | | | | | | |
d134 | Jesus is tenderly calling thee [you] home | | | | | | | |
d135 | Jesus, keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
d136 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d137 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d138 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d139 | Jesus, Savior, hear us, Unto thee we pray | | | | | | | |
d140 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d141 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d142 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d143 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d144 | Kneel at the cross, Christ will meet you there | | | | | | | |
d145 | Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in me, All his patience, his love, his humility | | | | | | | |
d146 | Life is like a mountain railroad | | | | | | | |
d147 | Like a swiftly flowing river | | | | | | | |
d148 | Living for Jesus our Savior each day | | | | | | | |
d149 | Lo the grain is waving | | | | | | | |
d150 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d151 | Lord, I come before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d152 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d153 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d154 | Master, the tempest is raging | | | | | | | |
d155 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d156 | More about Jesus would I know | | | | | | | |
d157 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d158 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d159 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d160 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d161 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d162 | My heart was distressed neath Jehovah's dread frown | | | | | | | |
d163 | My heavenly home is bright and fair, I feel like traveling on | | | | | | | |
d164 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d165 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d166 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d167 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d168 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d169 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d170 | My soul today is thirsting for living streams | | | | | | | |
d171 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d172 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d173 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
d174 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d175 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d176 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d177 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d178 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d179 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d180 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d181 | O praise the Lord Almighty who is enthroned | | | | | | | |
d182 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d183 | O the dearest spot on this earth to me | | | | | | | |
d184 | O there is no other friend like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d185 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d186 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d187 | O what compassion, what boundless love | | | | | | | |
d188 | O what joy I find in serving Christ | | | | | | | |
d189 | O what wonderful love | | | | | | | |
d190 | O'er death's sea, in yon blest city | | | | | | | |
d191 | Oft a vision comes to me of my mother's dear | | | | | | | |
d192 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d193 | Only the best is good enough | | | | | | | |
d194 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d195 | Open my [mine] eyes that I may see Glimpses of truth | | | | | | | |
d196 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d197 | Over Judea the chorus rang | | | | | | | |
d198 | Over the river faces I see | | | | | | | |
d199 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d200 | Praise him, praise him, all ye little children | | | | | | | |