# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Afar from the old paths which once I trod | | | | | | | |
d2 | After days of toil are ended | | | | | | | |
d3 | All the boats are coming home | | | | | | | |
d4 | All unworthy though I be | | | | | | | |
d5 | An exile and a stranger, helpless and far astray | | | | | | | |
d6 | Anywhere He wants me; Jesus is the way | | | | | | | |
d7 | Arise, arise, arise, be not afraid | | | | | | | |
d8 | As the sunbeams creep over the hilltop | | | | | | | |
d9 | Awake, awake, bugle note is heard | | | | | | | |
d10 | Beneath the cross of Jesus My soul once bowed with sin | | | | | | | |
d11 | By devious paths of light and thought | | | | | | | |
d12 | Can I forget Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
d13 | Christ, our mighty Captain, leads against the foe | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dark is the way which I am called to tread | | | | | | | |
d15 | Dear Lord, no priceless gift I hold | | | | | | | |
d16 | Do not count the battle lost, my brother | | | | | | | |
d17 | Down where the lilies are riding the deep | | | | | | | |
d18 | Face to face with Christ my Savior | | | | | | | |
d19 | Father, send thy children peace | | | | | | | |
d20 | For God so loved, 'tis written | | | | | | | |
d21 | For our blessed Lord's appearing | | | | | | | |
d22 | From Bozrah in garments dyed crimson | | | | | | | |
d23 | God made the earth, the sea, and sky | | | | | | | |
d24 | God will take care of me, why should I fear, Help all-prevailing | | | | | | | |
d25 | Going forth to serve for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d26 | He came as a stranger and lowly his lot | | | | | | | |
d27 | He came to earth a stranger | | | | | | | |
d28 | He clothed the fair lily | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hear ye the Master's call, give me thy best | | | | | | | |
d30 | Hold thou my hand in thine dear lord | | | | | | | |
d31 | How free and boundless are thy mercies | | | | | | | |
d32 | How many hours of anguish spent | | | | | | | |
d33 | I am happy in my Savior glad and happy as can be | | | | | | | |
d34 | I am happy, O, so happy as I journey on my way | | | | | | | |
d35 | I come, dear Savior, with this plea | | | | | | | |
d36 | I dream a thousand blessed dreams | | | | | | | |
d37 | I have a mighty Savior | | | | | | | |
d38 | I have found a refuge, here will I abide | | | | | | | |
d39 | I need a listening time | | | | | | | |
d40 | I shall see my Lord in the morning | | | | | | | |
d41 | I will give my best to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d42 | I will lift my heart in praise | | | | | | | |
d43 | I would go where Jesus sends me | | | | | | | |
d44 | If ever my feet should grow weary | | | | | | | |
d45 | If Jesus came to you tonight | | | | | | | |
d46 | If the clouds are dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
d47 | If the way seems hard with the march | | | | | | | |
d48 | I'll have a home in heaven | | | | | | | |
d49 | I'm redeemed with a price | | | | | | | |
d50 | In dreams so vain I've tried to trace | | | | | | | |
d51 | In his undying love Christ came | | | | | | | |
d52 | In the garden they laid him | | | | | | | |
d53 | It was Jacob of old who had promised | | | | | | | |
d54 | I've a throne and kingdom down deep in my soul | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
d56 | Jesus is coming to earth once again | | | | | | | |
d57 | Jesus spake but a word to the man | | | | | | | |
d58 | Jesus, the Savior, dying on Calvary | | | | | | | |
d59 | Joy and sorrow I may share | | | | | | | |
d60 | Just a dainty basket filled with autumn bloom | | | | | | | |
d61 | Just a look within the portals | | | | | | | |
d62 | Just one drop from His wounded side | | | | | | | |
d63 | Keep your eyes on Jesus day by day | | | | | | | |
d64 | Life is like a flight through cloudland | | | | | | | |
d65 | Lift today your heads, ye mighty gates | | | | | | | |
d66 | Lift up the cross and let the world behold | | | | | | | |
d67 | Lift up thine eyes O soul oppressed | | | | | | | |
d68 | Like unto Jesus I would be | | | | | | | |
d69 | My blessed Lord was crucified, The day was dark | | | | | | | |
d70 | My days with sunshine shall be frought | | | | | | | |
d71 | My soul was left alone with God | | | | | | | |
d72 | My soul was sick, by sin opprest [oppressed] | | | | | | | |
d73 | Nearer, draw nearer, O Savior divine | | | | | | | |
d74 | Never was there such a Savior | | | | | | | |
d75 | No mother's hand to lead me | | | | | | | |
d76 | Not from the conflict, Lord | | | | | | | |
d77 | O blessed morn, when Christ was born | | | | | | | |
d78 | O Savior dear, my heart o'erflows With gladness that I through wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d79 | O the world finds a charm | | | | | | | |
d80 | O'er a trackless sea I'm sailing | | | | | | | |
d81 | On the steadfast Rock I'm resting | | | | | | | |
d82 | Once I heard a song of sweetness | | | | | | | |
d83 | Once I thought I walked with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d84 | Onward Christian soldiers, every voice sing | | | | | | | |
d85 | Open my eyes, O Lord, thee would I know | | | | | | | |
d86 | Over hill and valley ring | | | | | | | |
d87 | Over yonder there is rest | | | | | | | |
d88 | Robes of beauty clothe the lilies white and fair | | | | | | | |
d89 | Shall I crucify my Savior, when for me | | | | | | | |
d90 | Shut in with Jesus from the strife | | | | | | | |
d91 | Since I've found the blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d92 | Some days are dark, some days are fair | | | | | | | |
d93 | Somebody cares for sinners | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sometimes I see through mists | | | | | | | |
d95 | Sweet peace is mine, With joy divine | | | | | | | |
d96 | Take up the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d97 | Tell me, will you love my Savior | | | | | | | |
d98 | Tell the world I found my Savior | | | | | | | |
d99 | Thank God, thank God for the deep blue sea | | | | | | | |
d100 | The good old days which once we knew | | | | | | | |