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1 | Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
2 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
4 | Come, heavy-laden one, sighing for rest | | | | | | | |
5 | Behold! a stranger's at the door! | | | | | | | |
6 | I cannot do without Thee | | | | | | | |
7 | Take the name of Jesus with you | | | | | | | |
8 | I'm more than conqueror thro' His blood | | | | | | | |
9 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
10 | Come, Thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
11 | I will sing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
12 | We wont give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
13 | The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul | | | | | | | |
14 | Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
15 | There were ninety and nine that safely lay | | | | | | | |
16 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
17 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
18 | "Almost persuaded," now to believe | | | | | | | |
19 | I will sing you a song of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
20 | Bright home of my Saviour, what glories await | | | | | | | |
21 | Come, O come, with sacred lays | | | | | | | |
22 | Yes, let our congregations sing | | | | | | | |
23 | Have ye heard of those who journeyed | | | | | | | |
24 | We praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love | | | | | | | |
25 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
26 | O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good | | | | | | | |
27 | Praise the Lord, O my soul | | | | | | | |
28 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
29 | Let us with a gladsome mind | | | | | | | |
30 | How long, O Lord our God | | | | | | | |
31 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
32 | Weep for the fallen! hang your heads in sorrow | | | | | | | |
33 | Courage, brother, do not stumble | | | | | | | |
34 | Yield not to temptation | | | | | | | |
35 | Let temperance and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
36 | O Christian, awake, for the strife is at hand | | | | | | | |
37 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
38 | O Lord, Thy work revive | | | | | | | |
39 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
40 | For ever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
41 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
42 | The cross! the cross! the blood-stained cross | | | | | | | |
43 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
44 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
45 | I want the adorning divine | | | | | | | |
46 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
47 | Heavenly Father, bless me now | | | | | | | |
48 | O, think of a home over there | | | | | | | |
49 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
50 | Make no tarry, frightened soul | | | | | | | |
51 | Would'st thou be saved? No time to lose | | | | | | | |
52 | Thou art the Way--to Thee alone | | | | | | | |
53 | Far from home, yes, far from home | | | | | | | |
54 | Come ev'ry soul by sin oppress'd | | | | | | | |
55 | When the Son of Man shall come in His glory | | | | | | | |
56 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
57 | Oh, happy day, that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
58 | I hear the Saviour say | | | | | | | |
59 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
60 | Go, preach My gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
61 | My soul is not at rest; there comes a strange and secret whisper to my spirit | | | | | | | |
62 | Ho! my comrades see the signal | | | | | | | |
63 | Say ye not, O Christian reaper | | | | | | | |
64 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
65 | Lo! our fathers' God is with us | | | | | | | |
66 | And is the time approaching | | | | | | | |
67 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
68 | In the Cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
69 | When I survey the wondrous Cross | | | | | | | |
70 | Come, and hear the grand old story | | | | | | | |
71 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
72 | I gave my life for thee | THIS I DID FOR THEE | | | | | | |
73 | Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
74 | I hear Thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
75 | I have heard of a Saviour's love | | | | | | | |
76 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
77 | Shall I, unworthy I | | | | | | | |
78 | God bless our Sunday school | | | | | | | |
79 | Blest is the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
80 | God who gave us each a talent | | | | | | | |
81 | In the furrows of thy life | | | | | | | |
82 | Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! | | | | | | | |
83 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
84 | We've 'listed in a holy war | | | | | | | |
85 | What sweet promises do the Scriptures afford | | | | | | | |
86 | Shall we gather at the river | | | | | | | |
87 | When mothers of Salem their children brought to Jesus | | | | | | | |
88 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
89 | In the early springtime, When your leaves are fair | | | | | | | |
90 | When He cometh, when He cometh | | | | | | | |
91 | Jesus loves me! this I know | | | | | | | |
92 | Jesus bids us shine, With a clear pure light | | | | | | | |
93 | I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
94 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
95 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
96 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
97 | He leads us by paths we did not know | | | | | | | |
101 | Now from oppression Jacob's sons | | | | | | | |
102 | From this bleak hill of storms | | | | | | | |
103 | "Land ahead!" its fruits are waving | | | | | | | |