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| d1 | All pure and white, and sweet as pure | | | | | | | |
| d2 | And far in the deep there are billows | | | | | | | |
| d3 | As we speed out of youth's sunny station | | | | | | | |
| d4 | As you travel o'er life's pathway | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Beneath life's hill | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Cheerily the sunlight gleams o'er | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Church of Christ, thy Lord is calling | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Come unto me, come unto me, ye with burdens hard to bear | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Every day anointings, This my earnest plea | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Fold me, precious Jesus, to thy loving breast | | | | | | | |
| d13 | God be with you till we meet, May his tender | | | | | | | |
| d14 | God might have made [bade] the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
| d15 | God opened the windows of heaven | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Has the staff you leaned on failed you | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
| d18 | He was not very quick to learn | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Here am I, send me, precious Savior | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Hosanna to the Son of David, the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
| d21 | How do little birdies grow flying, chirping | | | | | | | |
| d22 | How many buttons are missing today | | | | | | | |
| d23 | I am bound for that city that is far above | | | | | | | |
| d24 | I have been to Jesus for rest today | | | | | | | |
| d25 | I have in mind a time, when in the Book of heaven | | | | | | | |
| d26 | I know not the hour of his coming, nor when | | | | | | | |
| d27 | I love to think of heaven, a city fair and bright | | | | | | | |
| d28 | I only know I love you | | | | | | | |
| d29 | I pray for temperance all the year | | | | | | | |
| d30 | I was a captive once | | | | | | | |
| d31 | If you could go back to the forks of the road | | | | | | | |
| d32 | I'm told that Jesus loves me | | | | | | | |
| d33 | In the resurrection morning We will see the Savior coming | | | | | | | |
| d34 | In the shadow of the rock Let me rest | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Let the world have its diamonds, its silver | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Life has its sorrows, it has its tears | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Lift me upward, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
| d40 | Mother, I'm tired and I fain would be sleeping | | | | | | | |
| d41 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
| d42 | My mother's last kiss I'll ne'er forget | | | | | | | |
| d43 | No oil in thy lamp and the bridegroom near | | | | | | | |
| d44 | O comrades, fill no glass for me | | | | | | | |
| d45 | O hear the heavenly Father say | | | | | | | |
| d46 | O I often sit and wonder | | | | | | | |
| d47 | O shut not your heart to the gospel | | | | | | | |
| d48 | Once for all the Savior died, Christ the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d49 | One night at sea a mighty storm | | | | | | | |
| d50 | Open the door, Let in the air | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Our songs of praise to Christ we raise | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Planting the corn and potatoes | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
| d54 | Rushing down the mountain | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Should Jesus come at early morning | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
| d58 | Somebody did a golden deed, proving himself | | | | | | | |
| d59 | Speak just a word for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Sunlight now is gleaming, on the sparkling dews | | | | | | | |
| d61 | The boys of today, so active and strong | | | | | | | |
| d62 | The fellow who can whistle | | | | | | | |
| d63 | The happy home circle is breaking | | | | | | | |
| d64 | The time for parting now has come we leave | | | | | | | |
| d65 | The twilight now is gliding | | | | | | | |
| d66 | There are wonderful things we are going to do | | | | | | | |
| d67 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
| d68 | There's a dear old home in the far away | | | | | | | |
| d69 | There's a little straw hat | | | | | | | |
| d70 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d71 | They were [gathered] in an [the] upper chamber | | | | | | | |
| d72 | Through the meadows green, inviting | | | | | | | |
| d73 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
| d74 | Time is naught but a fitful gleam | | | | | | | |
| d75 | Trust not the cunning old world too far | | | | | | | |
| d76 | We are marching, onward marching, neath the banner | | | | | | | |
| d77 | We have seen the Savior coming | | | | | | | |
| d78 | We shall meet again, how sweet the time will be | | | | | | | |
| d79 | We take our share of fretting | | | | | | | |
| d80 | Weak and lowly though I be | | | | | | | |
| d81 | What though my pilgrimage be over | | | | | | | |
| d82 | When first I came to Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d83 | When Jesus comes to make up his jewels | | | | | | | |
| d84 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
| d85 | When you strive to do a deed | | | | | | | |
| d86 | Where rocks, moss covered and barren | | | | | | | |
| d87 | Will Jesus then remember the little things I've done | | | | | | | |
| d88 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
| d89 | Would you have your path all shining bright | | | | | | | |
| d90 | Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good | | | | | | | |
| d91 | Would you reach some useful plain | | | | | | | |
| d92 | Write it on the workhouse gate | | | | | | | |
| d93 | Yes, I'm a weaver and each day the threads | | | | | | | |
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