# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Jesus is so wonderful | | | | | | | |
d102 | Jesus is waiting outside the door | | | | | | | |
d103 | Jesus left his home in glory And to earth he came to die | | | | | | | |
d104 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d105 | Jesus now stands at your heart's fast closed door | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jesus saves me, I know | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d110 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d111 | Joybells within me are ringing | | | | | | | |
d112 | Just a kindly word or two | | | | | | | |
d113 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d114 | Just now, just now, Spirit of God | | | | | | | |
d115 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d116 | Let your own light shine o'er the rugged way | | | | | | | |
d117 | Look away from the cross | | | | | | | |
d118 | Lord, I am thine, Send help to me | | | | | | | |
d119 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d120 | Loving Savior, hear my cry | | | | | | | |
d121 | Many years I've read the Bible | | | | | | | |
d122 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d123 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d124 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d125 | My faith looks now upon a Rock | | | | | | | |
d126 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d127 | My grace is sufficient, saith Jesus | | | | | | | |
d128 | My heart is a palace for Jesus my King | | | | | | | |
d129 | My heart is so happy in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d130 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d131 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d132 | My Savior is calling | | | | | | | |
d133 | My Savior needs helpers from day to day | | | | | | | |
d134 | My soul was adrift on the ocean | | | | | | | |
d135 | Near to Jesus I'm abiding | | | | | | | |
d136 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d137 | Nearer to thee, Lord, draw me today | | | | | | | |
d138 | Not all earth's gold and silver Can make a sinner whole | | | | | | | |
d139 | Not upon some hilltop do you have to live | | | | | | | |
d140 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d141 | O for a thousand tongues to sing, Blessed be the name of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d142 | O glorified city, I'm looking to see | | | | | | | |
d143 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d144 | O I used to be worried by trouble and care | | | | | | | |
d145 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d146 | O sweet is the thought that ever is mine | | | | | | | |
d147 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d148 | O the precious blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d149 | O there is a time when the message will come | | | | | | | |
d150 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d151 | O what a wonderful message I've heard | | | | | | | |
d152 | O wonderful city, I long to be there | | | | | | | |
d153 | O ye Christian soldiers, as you march along | | | | | | | |
d154 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d155 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d156 | Once I was living in doubts and fears | | | | | | | |
d157 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d158 | Our Father in heaven, On thee do we call | | | | | | | |
d159 | Out on the perilous deep | | | | | | | |
d160 | Over the river, shining forever | | | | | | | |
d161 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d162 | Praise the Lord that I am a Christian | | | | | | | |
d163 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d164 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d165 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d166 | Savior, may we give our hearts to Thee | | | | | | | |
d167 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d168 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d169 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d170 | Silent night, hallowed night, land and deep silent sleep | | | | | | | |
d171 | Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, sing his mercy | | | | | | | |
d172 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d173 | Sing, weary heart, when shadows come | | | | | | | |
d174 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d175 | Some doubters are trying God's Word | | | | | | | |
d176 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d177 | Sometime the shadows will be gone | | | | | | | |
d178 | Soon we'll leave this shore | | | | | | | |
d179 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d180 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d181 | Speak to my heart, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d182 | Stains were washed away | | | | | | | |
d183 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d184 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d185 | Still more to me with each new day | | | | | | | |
d186 | Still outside, still outside | | | | | | | |
d187 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d188 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d189 | The arms of Christ are never full | | | | | | | |
d190 | The Father is calling you, Prodigal come | | | | | | | |
d191 | The final day of reckoning will dawn | | | | | | | |
d192 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d193 | The hour of death I dread no more | | | | | | | |
d194 | The Lord is my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d195 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d196 | The Savior now bids us his love | | | | | | | |
d197 | There are days of toil in the sowing time | | | | | | | |
d198 | There are pardons at the cross | | | | | | | |
d199 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d200 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |