# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1a | Living below in this old sinful world | | | | | | | |
1 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
2 | There's a God who's standing at heaven's door | | | | | | | |
3 | A wonderful time is just ahead | | | | | | | |
4 | This world is not my home, I'm [only] just [a passing through] by | | | | | | | |
5 | Often the burdens of life seem hard | | | | | | | |
6 | I was sinking deep in sin | | | | | | | |
7 | God is calling the prodigal | | | | | | | |
8 | I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice | | | | | | | |
9 | If when you give the best of your service | | | | | | | |
10 | I've wandered far away from God | | | | | | | |
11 | On the cross of Calvary our blessed Savior died | | | | | | | |
12 | Not a step will I take without Jesus | | | | | | | |
13 | I have known a life of sorrow | | | | | | | |
14 | Would you be free from the [your] burden of sin | | | | | | | |
15 | 'Tis a sweet and glorious thought that comes | | | | | | | |
16 | I've seen the lightning [lightnings] [flash] flashing, And heard the thunder roll | | | | | | | |
17 | I'm in love with Jesus, the lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
18 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time | | | | | | | |
19 | My name is in the book of life | | | | | | | |
20 | I have heard of a land on the far away strand | | | | | | | |
21 | Central's never busy, always on the line | | | | | | | |
22 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
23 | All things are ready, come to the feast | | | | | | | |
24 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
25 | When the Savior calls I will answer | | | | | | | |
26 | I'm in the way, the bright and shining way | | | | | | | |
27 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
28 | I will sing the wondrous story, of the Christ | | | | | | | |
29 | When I need someone in time of grief | | | | | | | |
30 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
31 | When with the Savior we enter the glory land | | | | | | | |
32 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
33 | On the happy, golden shore | | | | | | | |
34 | Sometimes when misgivings darken the day | | | | | | | |
35 | Careless soul, why will you linger | | | | | | | |
36 | Brother afar from the Savior today | | | | | | | |
37 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
38 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
39 | There shall be showers of blessing, this is the [God's] promise | | | | | | | |
40 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
41 | Jesus is tenderly calling thee [you] home | | | | | | | |
42 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
43 | A homeland of glory, lovely and fair | | | | | | | |
44 | Some glad morning when this life is o'er | | | | | | | |
45 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
46 | I've heard of a land of joy and peace | | | | | | | |
47 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
48 | Life is like a mountain railroad | | | | | | | |
49 | On the rugged cross of Calvary, Jesus gave | | | | | | | |
50 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
51 | The cares of this life may leave us weeping | | | | | | | |
52 | Look away from the cross | | | | | | | |
53 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
54 | As I journey through the land singing as I go | | | | | | | |
55 | On the top of Mount Zion is a city | | | | | | | |
56 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
57 | I am weak but thou art strong | | | | | | | |
58 | A ruler once came to [unto] Jesus [the Savior] by | | | | | | | |
59 | Sinners Jesus will receive | | | | | | | |
60 | I have good news to bring and that is why I | | | | | | | |
61 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
62 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
63 | Earth holds no treasures but perish with using | | | | | | | |
64 | Out of my bondage, sorrow and night | | | | | | | |
65 | How sweet and happy seem those days | | | | | | | |
66 | There is a song in my heart today | | | | | | | |
67 | When I come to the river at ending of day | | | | | | | |
68 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
69 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
70 | Gone is [all] my debt of sin | | | | | | | |
71 | Wonderful things of folks are said | | | | | | | |
72 | In the resurrection morning when the trump of God shall sound | | | | | | | |
73 | To the weary and oppressed | | | | | | | |
74 | I know I love thee better, Lord | | | | | | | |
75 | In remembrance of me | | | | | | | |
76 | Kneel at the cross, Christ will meet you there | | | | | | | |
77 | There are paths just ahead | | | | | | | |
78 | Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, sing his mercy | | | | | | | |
79 | I want to be a soul winner | | | | | | | |
80 | There is hope beyond this vale of tears | | | | | | | |
81 | When my way groweth drear, precious Lord | | | | | | | |
82 | At the sounding of the trumpet, when the saints | | | | | | | |
83 | I tried to be but couldn't be a Christian | | | | | | | |
84 | Judgment is surely coming | | | | | | | |
85 | I need the prayers of those I love, while traveling | | | | | | | |
86 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
87 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
88 | There's a happy land of promise | | | | | | | |
89 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
90 | Once my soul was astray from the heavenly way | | | | | | | |
91 | When Jesus comes again to gather his own | | | | | | | |
92 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
93 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
94 | As you travel along on the Jericho road | | | | | | | |
95 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
96 | I will sing of my Redeemer, And his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
97 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
98 | I've a home prepared where the saints abide | | | | | | | |
99 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |