| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A call to arms from heaven to earth is sounding | | | | | | | |
| d2 | At the cross when a soul is pleading | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Christ the loving friend of men | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Come soldiers brave and true, | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Come, thou burning Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Far and wide in many a region | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Filled is my heart with grateful praise | | | | | | | |
| d8 | For pardon to the cross I came | | | | | | | |
| d9 | From heaven to earth my Savior came | | | | | | | |
| d10 | From the broad and crowded way | | | | | | | |
| d11 | God shed His light from heaven | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Hallelujah, we are marching onward | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Have you received the holy power | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I am a child of God, saved through the precious | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I am a soldier of the cross, say, brothers, will you | | | | | | | |
| d16 | I stand to learn, Lord, at thy cross | | | | | | | |
| d17 | I will sing the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d18 | In a world so full of weeping | | | | | | | |
| d19 | It's true there's a beautiful city | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Let me hear thy voice now speaking | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Let us win the world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Lord, I'm coming to thee | | | | | | | |
| d23 | My Jesus bore the cross for me | | | | | | | |
| d24 | My mind upon thee, Lord, is stayed | | | | | | | |
| d25 | O return, O return To thy Father's face | | | | | | | |
| d26 | O spotless Lamb, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
| d27 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
| d28 | On Calvary's heights of yore | | | | | | | |
| d29 | One with my Lord, 'tis glorious to know | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Pleasures sought, dearly bought | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Salvation in Jesus I've found it | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Sins of years are washed away | | | | | | | |
| d33 | So that he for me might die | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Some people praise our method | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Stand to arms, stand to arms | | | | | | | |
| d36 | The waves of death's river are dark and cold | | | | | | | |
| d37 | There flows a stream from my riven side | | | | | | | |
| d38 | There is a cleansing current | | | | | | | |
| d39 | There's a golden day, and 'tis not far away | | | | | | | |
| d40 | They say that our army's the grandest of schemes | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Thou precious Savior, spotless Lamb | | | | | | | |
| d42 | To the war, to the war, loud and long the battle cry | | | | | | | |
| d43 | What a blessed hope, how it cheers my soul | | | | | | | |
| d44 | What sounds are those that reach the ear | | | | | | | |
| d45 | When I first went to the Army | | | | | | | |
| d46 | When the chariot is lowering | | | | | | | |
| d47 | While in my Lord confiding | | | | | | | |
| d48 | Who, when sunk in deep despair | | | | | | | |
| d49 | You have oft heard the call to surrender | | | | | | | |
| d50 | You may roam through the world | | | | | | | |
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