# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | In the morning sow the seeds of the gospel truth | | | | | | | |
d102 | In the shadow of the rock Let me rest | | | | | | | |
d103 | In the silent hours of night When the earth is calm and still | | | | | | | |
d104 | In the vineyard of the Master Is there any work | | | | | | | |
d105 | I've seen the lightning [lightnings] [flash] flashing, And heard the thunder roll | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jesus and did [didst] thou leave the sky | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus and may I work for thee | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus bids you come | | | | | | | |
d110 | Jesus for you is pleading | | | | | | | |
d111 | Jesus, I have need of thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d113 | Joybells are ringing out the tidings | | | | | | | |
d114 | Just beyond this world of sorrow, there's a land | | | | | | | |
d115 | Keep your faith bright | | | | | | | |
d116 | Launch out on the promise, my brother | | | | | | | |
d117 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d118 | Let Jesus reign, let Jesus reign | | | | | | | |
d119 | Let the world have its diamonds, its silver | | | | | | | |
d120 | Let us bear each other's burdens | | | | | | | |
d121 | Like the still quiet fall of the silent dew | | | | | | | |
d122 | Lo at the cross of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d123 | Look away to Calvary there behold the agony | | | | | | | |
d124 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d125 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d126 | Lord Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d127 | Lowly entombed he lay | | | | | | | |
d128 | Many souls that now are dying | | | | | | | |
d129 | May I be each coming day | | | | | | | |
d130 | Mother, 'twas dark, but the light came at last | | | | | | | |
d131 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d132 | My barque drifts no more | | | | | | | |
d133 | My blessed Savior can it be | | | | | | | |
d134 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d135 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d136 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d137 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d138 | Night with ebon pinion brooded o'er the vale | | | | | | | |
d139 | No refuge but thee, O father of all | | | | | | | |
d140 | Now an offering of thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
d141 | Now may the Lord whose loving arms | | | | | | | |
d142 | O child of God, do not despair | | | | | | | |
d143 | O come to the fountain that's opened so wide | | | | | | | |
d144 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d145 | O glad whosoever, the deed is done | | | | | | | |
d146 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d147 | O have you found my boy | | | | | | | |
d148 | O home sweet home my thoughts fondly turn to thee | | | | | | | |
d149 | O sinner, take heed when scattering seed | | | | | | | |
d150 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d151 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d152 | O take my hand, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d153 | O take my hand, my blessed Lord | | | | | | | |
d154 | O tell me of Christ and his wonderful love | | | | | | | |
d155 | O the golden bells of heaven | | | | | | | |
d156 | O the gospel story tell | | | | | | | |
d157 | O the joys that grace will give | | | | | | | |
d158 | O weary one, still trust thy God | | | | | | | |
d159 | O why are you halting my brother | | | | | | | |
d160 | O why do wait the hour is growing late | | | | | | | |
d161 | On Calvary's brow my Savior died, 'Twas there my Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
d162 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d163 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d164 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d165 | Our country for Jesus, of this will I [I will] sing | | | | | | | |
d166 | Over the tide of that [the] jasper sea | | | | | | | |
d167 | Pas the news along the line | | | | | | | |
d168 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d169 | Rest of the weary, joy of [to] the sad [soul] | | | | | | | |
d170 | Revive thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare | | | | | | | |
d171 | Rise, soul oppressed, He calleth for thee | | | | | | | |
d172 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d173 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d174 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d175 | Scatter seed at early morning | | | | | | | |
d176 | Scattering precious seed by the wayside | | | | | | | |
d177 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d178 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d179 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d180 | Sing, heart of mine, thy joy proclaim | | | | | | | |
d181 | So near, so near to the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
d182 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d183 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d184 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d185 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d186 | Take my hand, dear Father, lead me safely | | | | | | | |
d187 | Tell me more about the Savior, He who suffered on the tree | | | | | | | |
d188 | Tell me more of that wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d189 | The children of the King are we | | | | | | | |
d190 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d191 | The hearse was driven to our door | | | | | | | |
d192 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d193 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d194 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
d195 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d196 | The Savior called so lovingly | | | | | | | |
d197 | The summer is ended O God | | | | | | | |
d198 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d199 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d200 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |