# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A little bird am I | | | | | | | |
d2 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d4 | At even ere the sun was set | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d6 | Bowed neath the passion of thy cross | | | | | | | |
d7 | Break forth afresh, O fire of God | | | | | | | |
d8 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christ has no hands but our hands | | | | | | | |
d10 | Church of God, lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
d11 | Dark the night and fierce the storm | | | | | | | |
d12 | Dawn in the east is streaming | | | | | | | |
d13 | Down through the ages comes the noble cry | | | | | | | |
d14 | Even now though deep in sin | | | | | | | |
d15 | Every Christian makes blunders and mistakes | | | | | | | |
d16 | Fair city of peace and joy | | | | | | | |
d17 | For God is our battle cry | | | | | | | |
d18 | Have you seen the face of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d19 | How can I doubt the love of God my Savior | | | | | | | |
d20 | How long my Lord, How long my Lord | | | | | | | |
d21 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d22 | I need thee sadly, sadly, Lord | | | | | | | |
d23 | Is there song in your soul | | | | | | | |
d24 | Jesus, I come to thee, Thy face I long to see | | | | | | | |
d25 | Jesus, my Lord, I love thy grace to worship | | | | | | | |
d26 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d27 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d28 | Let go and let God have his own way | | | | | | | |
d29 | Let me come closer to thee, Jesus | | | | | | | |
d30 | Lift to the Lord gladsome voices | | | | | | | |
d31 | Lo the Savior is here | | | | | | | |
d32 | Looking to Jesus we run the race | | | | | | | |
d33 | Lord, if thou seek and find me | | | | | | | |
d34 | Lord, through the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d35 | Love grows but stronger when assailed | | | | | | | |
d36 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d37 | Name of Jesus, highest name | | | | | | | |
d38 | O boundless salvation, deep ocean of love | | | | | | | |
d39 | O Christian, you will never find | | | | | | | |
d40 | O Father, Spirit, Son, Whose love | | | | | | | |
d41 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d42 | O God, a world of empty show | | | | | | | |
d43 | O God of light, O God of love | | | | | | | |
d44 | O how God desires to save and to bless you | | | | | | | |
d45 | O Lamb of God, thou wonderful sin bearer | | | | | | | |
d46 | O, Lord, what might I not become | | | | | | | |
d47 | O take my hand, my Father | | | | | | | |
d48 | Out of the pit, from the bondage of sin | | | | | | | |
d49 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d50 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d51 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d52 | Stand on the Word, the Word of God | | | | | | | |
d53 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d54 | The Maker of all things | | | | | | | |
d55 | The night our Savior was betrayed | | | | | | | |
d56 | There comes a call for warriors Who're not afraid to die | | | | | | | |
d57 | There is a light that shines on me | | | | | | | |
d58 | There is a place, a hallowed place | | | | | | | |
d59 | There is no gain but by a loss | | | | | | | |
d60 | This our world is crushed and smitten | | | | | | | |
d61 | Today if ye will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d62 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d63 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d64 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d65 | When fingers cling, they sorrow bring | | | | | | | |
d66 | When in the night my spirit cried to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d67 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d68 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
d69 | When weary I cried to my Savior | | | | | | | |
d70 | Work out your own salvation with fear | | | | | | | |