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d1 | A helper of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d2 | A welcome warm we joyously | | | | | | | |
d3 | A wonderful story I often | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail the bright and beautiful morn | | | | | | | |
d5 | Bravely go forth in defense | | | | | | | |
d6 | Cast thy bread upon the waters Thinking not 'tis thrown away | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come and join the royal band | | | | | | | |
d8 | Dear Savior, teach me how | | | | | | | |
d9 | Dear Shepherd of Zion, it oft hath been told | | | | | | | |
d10 | Do something, yes, something | | | | | | | |
d11 | Ever thrillingly sweet is the story | | | | | | | |
d12 | Every springtime seems calling | | | | | | | |
d13 | Faithful remain to thy Savior and King | | | | | | | |
d14 | Father, in thy tender mercy | | | | | | | |
d15 | Father of mercies and of love | | | | | | | |
d16 | For heavenly heirs our Lord prepares | | | | | | | |
d17 | For the bud and the bloom | | | | | | | |
d18 | Gathering in the harvest, From valley | | | | | | | |
d19 | Hail with rejoicings | | | | | | | |
d20 | Happy hurrah, for virtue | | | | | | | |
d21 | Have you looked for my sheep on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d22 | Heed ye not the lengthening shadows | | | | | | | |
d23 | Here again with joy | | | | | | | |
d24 | How may we hope life eternal to win | | | | | | | |
d25 | I love to think [sing] of heaven, where white robed angels are | | | | | | | |
d26 | I soon shall reach the promised land | | | | | | | |
d27 | If we knew what forms were fainting | | | | | | | |
d28 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d29 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d30 | In the palace of the king | | | | | | | |
d31 | Into a [the] tent where a gypsy boy lay | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jerusalem how fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus evermore is calling | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus, to this sacred place | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jewels, bright beautiful | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jewels will welcome | | | | | | | |
d37 | Joy to the world, the Savior King | | | | | | | |
d38 | Let us sing of our blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d39 | Marching faithfully onward | | | | | | | |
d40 | May fainting souls approach the Lord | | | | | | | |
d41 | Nobody knows of the work it makes | | | | | | | |
d42 | O, blessed day, when our dear | | | | | | | |
d43 | O Jesus, mighty Savior, King | | | | | | | |
d44 | O who is it like Jesus by prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d45 | Of all the sweet stories that ever were told, this side | | | | | | | |
d46 | On to victory, on to victory, ever marching | | | | | | | |
d47 | Over the silent sea, Down by the shining shore | | | | | | | |
d48 | Radiant clime of the pure | | | | | | | |
d49 | Rejoice, rejoice, the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
d50 | Running on errands for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d51 | Savior advocate and friend | | | | | | | |
d52 | Scattering precious seed by the wayside | | | | | | | |
d53 | Shout, shout for joy, a brighter down | | | | | | | |
d54 | Some blessed day, Jesus | | | | | | | |
d55 | Some day, but when I cannot tell | | | | | | | |
d56 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide | | | | | | | |
d57 | The sun must shine to give us | | | | | | | |
d58 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d59 | There is a world of rest | | | | | | | |
d60 | There is something to do | | | | | | | |
d61 | There's a happy, happy day | | | | | | | |
d62 | There's a land far away where the shadows | | | | | | | |
d63 | There's joy with the angels | | | | | | | |
d64 | Through the great and crowded city | | | | | | | |
d65 | 'Tis almost time for the Lord to come | | | | | | | |
d66 | 'Tis not for pleasure duty calls | | | | | | | |
d67 | To Jesus our Savior, defender | | | | | | | |
d68 | Uplift the banner, let it float skyward and seaward | | | | | | | |
d69 | We all might [may] do good, where [when] we often do ill | | | | | | | |
d70 | We are calling to duty | | | | | | | |
d71 | We are soldiers in the army | | | | | | | |
d72 | We shall meet again in the by and by | | | | | | | |
d73 | We will stand for the right | | | | | | | |
d74 | Welcome the children in my name | | | | | | | |
d75 | What blest book to mortals | | | | | | | |
d76 | When the righteous are crowned | | | | | | | |
d77 | When the stars with trembling awe | | | | | | | |
d78 | Who may to Jesus unbosom | | | | | | | |
d79 | Who shall sing of victory | | | | | | | |
d80 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d81 | Ye friends of the blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |