| Act, act on the verge of the century | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| America, thou child of providence | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| Fair isle of Porto Rico, so long | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| God's Spirit now is striving | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| How can I do without Jesus? | William M. Bell (Author) | English | 1 |
| If our plans be not all human | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| If today we sat in darkness | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| Many centuries have flown | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| O come, give thanks unto the Lord (Bell) | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| O, ye who toil the teeming soil | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| Oft the Christian, in life's pathway | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| Out of the strife and conflict | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| Read over your marching orders | William M. Bell (Author) | English | 1 |
| See now the waves that bathe the shores | W. M. B. (Author) | English | 3 |
| The great battle is on | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| The sweet gospel the pure word | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| This will be a great day for you | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| To thee, O land, so dark, but dear | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| We cling close together, my Jesus and I | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |
| When the day is ended | William M. Bell (Author) | | 1 |