# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | All to Jesus I surrender | | | | | | | |
d4 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
d5 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
d6 | Are you filled with sorrow, almost in despair | | | | | | | |
d7 | As a tree beside the water | | | | | | | |
d8 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
d9 | Beside the still waters my Shepherd will lead me | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d11 | Blessed is the service of our Lord and King | | | | | | | |
d12 | Blessed name beyond compare | | | | | | | |
d13 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d14 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d15 | Call the roll for work | | | | | | | |
d16 | Careless, ye take what life offers | | | | | | | |
d17 | Cast thy bread upon the waters Thinking not 'tis thrown away | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d19 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come to the Savior, confess all your sins | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come to the Savior, make no delay | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d24 | Cross of love, where Christ did languish | | | | | | | |
d25 | Cross the line, cross the line from the world | | | | | | | |
d26 | Dear to the heart of the Shepherd, Dear are the sheep | | | | | | | |
d27 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d28 | Far away from God I wandered | | | | | | | |
d29 | Fields with harvest bending | | | | | | | |
d30 | For me the heavy cross he bore | | | | | | | |
d31 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
d32 | Forth to battle, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
d33 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d34 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d35 | Go, work today, the blessed Master said | | | | | | | |
d36 | Gone from my heart the world and [with] all its charms | | | | | | | |
d37 | Great is the love that brought me | | | | | | | |
d38 | Hast thou, O Lord, a work to do | | | | | | | |
d39 | Have you ever heard the story of the Babe of Bethlehem, Who was worshiped | | | | | | | |
d40 | He was despised and rejected of men, My wonderful Savior | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hear the bugle calling for the soldiers true | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hear the stirring call as it rings today | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hear the voice of God as he calls today | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hear the word of the Lord today | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hear us, heavenly Father, thou whose gentle care | | | | | | | |
d46 | Heir of a mighty king | | | | | | | |
d47 | Heirs of victory we are | | | | | | | |
d48 | Holy, holy, holy is the Lord, Sing O ye people | | | | | | | |
d49 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d50 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d51 | How precious the thought of that beautiful sea | | | | | | | |
d52 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d53 | I am clinging to the Rock, blessed saving Rock | | | | | | | |
d54 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d55 | I am in my Father's keeping | | | | | | | |
d56 | I am standing now on the promises of God | | | | | | | |
d57 | I believe in God, there is naught can move me! | | | | | | | |
d58 | I belong to the King, I'm a child of his love | | | | | | | |
d59 | I have a Savior, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
d60 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d61 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d62 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d63 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | I love to talk with thee, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d65 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d66 | I stood in amaze and wonder | | | | | | | |
d67 | I take thy blody, broken, Lord, for me | | | | | | | |
d68 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d69 | I wandered in sorrow and sin | | | | | | | |
d70 | I was lost in the valley of darkness | | | | | | | |
d71 | If I were a sunbeam, I know what I would do I'd | | | | | | | |
d72 | In the city of the skies | | | | | | | |
d73 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d74 | In the misty days of yore Jesus' precious blood had power | | | | | | | |
d75 | In the war that we must wage | | | | | | | |
d76 | In thy mercy, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d77 | I've enlisted for life in the army of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d78 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d79 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
d80 | Jesus comes with power to gladden | | | | | | | |
d81 | Jesus is all the world to me, My life | | | | | | | |
d82 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d83 | Jesus, my Shepherd, is tenderly leading me | | | | | | | |
d84 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d85 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d86 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
d87 | Just close at your hand there is work to be done | | | | | | | |
d88 | Just to see Jesus, whose love is so precious | | | | | | | |
d89 | Just when Thou wilt, O Master, call | | | | | | | |
d90 | Let those who've never known our Lord and King | | | | | | | |
d91 | Lift up the grand old book | | | | | | | |
d92 | Like a shepherd, tender, true, Jesus leads, Jesus leads | | | | | | | |
d93 | Like a tidal wave of glory Reaching over land | | | | | | | |
d94 | Look up to Jesus lift up thy neighbor | | | | | | | |
d95 | Looking past the stars at night | | | | | | | |
d96 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d97 | Make thou my heart thy temple | | | | | | | |
d98 | Marvelous loving kindness, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d99 | Moment by moment thy love I need | | | | | | | |
d100 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |