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d1 | A band of faithful reapers, we | | | | | | | |
d2 | A call for loyal soldiers comes to one and all | | | | | | | |
d3 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d4 | A land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d5 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d8 | All hail to thee, Immanuel, we cast our crowns before | | | | | | | |
d9 | All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d10 | All the way my Savior leads me | | | | | | | |
d11 | All, yes all I give to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d12 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
d13 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d14 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d15 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
d16 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d17 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
d18 | Awake, awake, the Master now is calling | | | | | | | |
d19 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d20 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d21 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
d22 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d23 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
d24 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d25 | Christ shall be King of the whole wide world | | | | | | | |
d26 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d27 | Christ will me his aid afford | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d36 | Conquering now and still to conquer, Rideth a King | | | | | | | |
d37 | Crown him with many crowns [thorns] | | | | | | | |
d38 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d39 | Dear [Lord] [Well] Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
d40 | Down in the valley with my Savior I would go | | | | | | | |
d41 | Earthly pleasures vainly call me | | | | | | | |
d42 | Every day the Savior sends me blessings new | | | | | | | |
d43 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
d44 | Failing in strength when opprest [oppressed] by my foes | | | | | | | |
d45 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d46 | Far and near the fields are teeming | | | | | | | |
d47 | Flag of the free, sing we praises to thee | | | | | | | |
d48 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
d49 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d50 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d51 | From over hill and plain | | | | | | | |
d52 | Give of your best to the Master, Give of the strength | | | | | | | |
d53 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d54 | Go forth, go forth for Jesus now | | | | | | | |
d55 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d56 | God is calling the prodigal | | | | | | | |
d57 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d58 | God of our fathers, known of old | | | | | | | |
d59 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
d60 | God will fill our hearts for service | | | | | | | |
d61 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d62 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d63 | Had we only sunshine all the year around | | | | | | | |
d64 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d65 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d66 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d67 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d68 | Have thine own way, Lord | | | | | | | |
d69 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
d70 | He comes, he comes, lo, Jesus comes | | | | | | | |
d71 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d72 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d73 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d74 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d75 | Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
d76 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d77 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d78 | How many are lost in the darkness | | | | | | | |
d79 | How precious the gift which our Father has given | | | | | | | |
d80 | How sweet is the love of my Savior, 'Tis boundless | | | | | | | |
d81 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d82 | I am a stranger here, within a foreign land | | | | | | | |
d83 | I am so happy in Christ today | | | | | | | |
d84 | I am thine, O Lord, I have heard thy voice | | | | | | | |
d85 | I am thinking today of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d86 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d87 | I could feel the burden roll from my weary | | | | | | | |
d88 | I do not ask to see the way my feet | | | | | | | |
d89 | I have a song I love to sing, since I | | | | | | | |
d90 | I have Jesus dwelling with me | | | | | | | |
d91 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d92 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d93 | I know my heavenly Father knows | | | | | | | |
d94 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
d95 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d96 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d97 | I must needs go home by the way of the cross | | | | | | | |
d98 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
d99 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d100 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |