# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A ruler once came to [unto] Jesus [the Savior] by | | | | | | | |
d2 | A stranger's hand is knocking, without at the door | | | | | | | |
d3 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d5 | All is finished, alleluia, Glory to the Son of God | | | | | | | |
d6 | All right, all right, Jesus has made it all right | | | | | | | |
d7 | All that thrills my soul is Jesus | | | | | | | |
d8 | All they who put their trust in God | | | | | | | |
d9 | Are you trusting Jesus, all along the way | | | | | | | |
d10 | Are you weary, are you heavy hearted | | | | | | | |
d11 | At the sounding of the trumpet, when the saints | | | | | | | |
d12 | Awake, awake, the Master now is calling | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d14 | Begone, vain things of earth | | | | | | | |
d15 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d16 | Breathe upon us, Lord, from heaven | | | | | | | |
d17 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d18 | Burdened by sorrow, whoe'er thou art | | | | | | | |
d19 | Cheer up, O fainting Christian, God's blessing | | | | | | | |
d20 | Christ, our Redeemer, died on the cross | | | | | | | |
d21 | Christ will me his aid afford | | | | | | | |
d22 | Christians, awake, see the light has come | | | | | | | |
d23 | Cleared from all my sin, my condemnation gone | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come unto me, O hear the gracious word | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d28 | Dear [Lord] [Well] Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
d29 | Deeper, deeper in the love of Jesus Daily let me go | | | | | | | |
d30 | Down in the valley among the sweet grasses [lillies] | | | | | | | |
d31 | Eternity, Eternity, How near art thou | | | | | | | |
d32 | Fairer light than sun and moon | | | | | | | |
d33 | Far and near the fields are teeming | | | | | | | |
d34 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d35 | For all God's love to man | | | | | | | |
d36 | Forward we go, facing the foe | | | | | | | |
d37 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d38 | Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory to the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d39 | God is keeping his forces [soldiers] fighting | | | | | | | |
d40 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hallelujah, what a thought | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d43 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
d44 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power | | | | | | | |
d45 | Have you heard the voice of Jesus calling | | | | | | | |
d46 | Have you known the wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d47 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d48 | How it charmed me and filled me with gladness | | | | | | | |
d49 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d50 | How wondrous is his grace and condescension | | | | | | | |
d51 | I am coming to Jesus for rest | | | | | | | |
d52 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d53 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d54 | I am watching for the coming of the glad millenial day | | | | | | | |
d55 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d56 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
d57 | I have a friend, a precious friend on whom | | | | | | | |
d58 | I have entered, I have entered | | | | | | | |
d59 | I have found his grace is all complete | | | | | | | |
d60 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d61 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d62 | I know a chosen people | | | | | | | |
d63 | I looked over Jordan, and what did I see | | | | | | | |
d64 | I love my gracious Savior | | | | | | | |
d65 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d66 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
d67 | I remember when my burdens rolled away | | | | | | | |
d68 | I see the new Jerusalem descending from above | | | | | | | |
d69 | I was full of sin, now I'm pure within | | | | | | | |
d70 | If you are tired of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
d71 | If you from sin are longing to be free | | | | | | | |
d72 | In a world where life is a fleeting thing | | | | | | | |
d73 | In glory transcending, with angels attending | | | | | | | |
d74 | In my distress to him I cried | | | | | | | |
d75 | In the lands beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
d76 | In the yawning pit of sin | | | | | | | |
d77 | In these, the closing days of time | | | | | | | |
d78 | Is any sick among the saints | | | | | | | |
d79 | It was on the day of Pentecost | | | | | | | |
d80 | I've been on Mount Pisgah's lofty height | | | | | | | |
d81 | I've believed the true report | | | | | | | |
d82 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d83 | I've left the valley of death and sin | | | | | | | |
d84 | I've reached the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
d85 | Jehovah's arm is now revealed | | | | | | | |
d86 | Jesus has a [the] table spread | | | | | | | |
d87 | Jesus is coming, go herald the tidings | | | | | | | |
d88 | Jesus is coming, the message proclaim | | | | | | | |
d89 | Jesus, Jesus, higher than highest archangels | | | | | | | |
d90 | Jesus, keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
d91 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d92 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d93 | Keep busy, keep busy, there's so much to do | | | | | | | |
d94 | Lean harder on Jesus, he'll care for thee | | | | | | | |
d95 | Let all the ransomed unite to sing | | | | | | | |
d96 | Let us all with joyful heart proclaim the truth once more | | | | | | | |
d97 | Lift up the trumpet, and loud let it ring | | | | | | | |
d98 | Lift up your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d99 | Lift your eyes, behold the fields of precious golden grain | | | | | | | |
d100 | List to the sound of the trumpet | | | | | | | |