# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A great deliverer is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d3 | A precious one from us is gone | | | | | | | |
d4 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d5 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d6 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d7 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
d8 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d9 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d11 | Blessed Redeemer who saves my soul | | | | | | | |
d12 | Christ is calling in love | | | | | | | |
d13 | Christ is ready to welcome | | | | | | | |
d14 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come weay one by sin oppressed | | | | | | | |
d18 | Covered with snow neath the mantle of white | | | | | | | |
d19 | Dear [Lord] [Well] Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
d20 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d21 | From the royal courts of heaven | | | | | | | |
d22 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d23 | God's promises are sure indeed | | | | | | | |
d24 | Gone is [all] my debt of sin | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hasten to the reaping | | | | | | | |
d26 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
d27 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hear the call for reapers, ringing o'er the land | | | | | | | |
d29 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d30 | Here by billows I am tossed | | | | | | | |
d31 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d32 | Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
d33 | How dark and how hopeless | | | | | | | |
d34 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d35 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d36 | I am dwelling on the mountain where the golden sunlight | | | | | | | |
d37 | I am glad that I have given all my heart to him | | | | | | | |
d38 | I have a friend so good and true | | | | | | | |
d39 | I have a home not made with hands, its street | | | | | | | |
d40 | I have found the Lord and he saved my soul | | | | | | | |
d41 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d42 | I used to walk in evil ways | | | | | | | |
d43 | I walked upon sin's drifting sand | | | | | | | |
d44 | I wandered in sorrow, deep in despair | | | | | | | |
d45 | I want to be more like my Savior each day | | | | | | | |
d46 | I was lost in sin and shame, Overcome by grief | | | | | | | |
d47 | I was sin stained and wandering | | | | | | | |
d48 | If there's gospel sunshine in your heart today | | | | | | | |
d49 | If you would find the better land | | | | | | | |
d50 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d51 | I'm in the way, the narrow way | | | | | | | |
d52 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d53 | In the light of Christ our mighty Savior | | | | | | | |
d54 | In the morning there will be a wondrous gathering | | | | | | | |
d55 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d56 | I've two little hands to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d57 | Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear [clear, pure] light | | | | | | | |
d58 | Jesus is a shelter for the soul | | | | | | | |
d59 | Jesus is all the world to me, My life | | | | | | | |
d60 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d61 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d62 | Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering in the deepest gloom | | | | | | | |
d63 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d64 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d65 | Keep salvation's message ringing | | | | | | | |
d66 | Let not earthly cares confound you | | | | | | | |
d67 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d68 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d69 | Many stains of the world I was bearing | | | | | | | |
d70 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d71 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d72 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d73 | My Redeemer has gone to prepare | | | | | | | |
d74 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d75 | Not upon some hilltop do you have to live | | | | | | | |
d76 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d77 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d78 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d79 | O how sweet to walk with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d80 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d81 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d82 | Oft the angel of death robes our home | | | | | | | |
d83 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d84 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d85 | Over in heaven, sweet land | | | | | | | |
d86 | Over the river, all safe with the Lord | | | | | | | |
d87 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d88 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d89 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d90 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d91 | Scatter sunshine, bright and cheering | | | | | | | |
d92 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d93 | Sing for joy, as we meet | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d95 | Sing unto Jesus the Savior | | | | | | | |
d96 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d97 | Some day the trump of God will sound | | | | | | | |
d98 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d99 | Soul in sin and all undone, Jesus calls for you | | | | | | | |
d100 | Stand no longer idle, heed the call | | | | | | | |