# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All they who rely on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d2 | As I journey on toward heaven | | | | | | | |
d3 | As pants the hart for waters | | | | | | | |
d4 | Be thou, O God, exalted high And as thy glory fills the sky | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beautiful mansions, home of the blest | | | | | | | |
d6 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blessed Savior, thee I love | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest were the Lord's disciples | | | | | | | |
d9 | By faith I look over the river | | | | | | | |
d10 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d11 | Call the little children | | | | | | | |
d12 | Cling to the Mighty One | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come join our happy band | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come ye ransomed, let us render | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d17 | Finish thy work, the time is short | | | | | | | |
d18 | For such as I, the Savior died | | | | | | | |
d19 | From God's blessed book | | | | | | | |
d20 | Gather them in at the Master's call | | | | | | | |
d21 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d22 | Glory be to God the Father | | | | | | | |
d23 | Green pastures for the lambs | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hark, 'tis the song of angels | | | | | | | |
d26 | Hear the crystal intonations | | | | | | | |
d27 | Hear the merry Christmas bells | | | | | | | |
d28 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d29 | How sweet the words of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d30 | I want to be a worker for [with] the Lord | | | | | | | |
d31 | I'm but a little child, And but little do I know | | | | | | | |
d32 | I'm glad that our Savior | | | | | | | |
d33 | I'm looking over Jordan's stream | | | | | | | |
d34 | In the morning very early | | | | | | | |
d35 | Is thy heart oppressed with pain | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
d37 | Joyful hearts and smiling faces | | | | | | | |
d38 | Lamb of God, so meek and lowly | | | | | | | |
d39 | Long have I sought the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d40 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d41 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d42 | Loving Savior, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
d43 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d44 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d45 | Nearer I press to thee | | | | | | | |
d46 | Nothing to say for Jesus, when he has done all for me | | | | | | | |
d47 | O for the peace which [that] floweth as [like] a river | | | | | | | |
d48 | O sing to the Lord a glad new song | | | | | | | |
d49 | O the golden sunset ferry | | | | | | | |
d50 | O the matchless love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d51 | O the sweet, the bright forever | | | | | | | |
d52 | Only at home with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d53 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d54 | Our Father, who in heaven art | | | | | | | |
d55 | Out of our wandering pathways | | | | | | | |
d56 | Precious words I love to hear | | | | | | | |
d57 | Quickly fades away the light | | | | | | | |
d58 | Rejoice, ye saints, the time draws near | | | | | | | |
d59 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d60 | Satan the tares is sowing | | | | | | | |
d61 | Savior, I follow on, guided by Thee | | | | | | | |
d62 | Savior, though I'm round and small | | | | | | | |
d63 | See the light, sailors, the port is not far | | | | | | | |
d64 | See the waving harvest whiten | | | | | | | |
d65 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d66 | Soldiers of Jesus in battle | | | | | | | |
d67 | Suffer little children to come unto me, Let the little children come | | | | | | | |
d68 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d69 | The gospel, the gospel | | | | | | | |
d70 | The Lord is merciful, merciful | | | | | | | |
d71 | The Master bids you work | | | | | | | |
d72 | The Master hath need of the reapers | | | | | | | |
d73 | The merry bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d74 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d75 | The Savior says to all, Go work | | | | | | | |
d76 | There are little crowns in heaven | | | | | | | |
d77 | There is joy in heaven today | | | | | | | |
d78 | There's a cry from nations groping | | | | | | | |
d79 | There's a gentle voice that calls | | | | | | | |
d80 | There's work for the hand | | | | | | | |
d81 | They who early seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d82 | Though but one talent small | | | | | | | |
d83 | 'Tis sweet to know that Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d84 | To the tomb so chill and lonely | | | | | | | |
d85 | Upon the highway of our King | | | | | | | |
d86 | We, a band of faithful workers | | | | | | | |
d87 | We are little children | | | | | | | |
d88 | We are told that up in heaven in the birthplace of the soul | | | | | | | |
d89 | We haste to thy temple, O Father | | | | | | | |
d90 | We shall reach our home some day | | | | | | | |
d91 | We shall see the golden city | | | | | | | |
d92 | What can the children do | | | | | | | |
d93 | When I sit down to rest | | | | | | | |
d94 | When the Bridegroom cometh in the silent night | | | | | | | |
d95 | When the sun in the west is sinking | | | | | | | |
d96 | When the work of life is over | | | | | | | |
d97 | Where they never say farewell | | | | | | | |
d98 | Who at last will be rewarded | | | | | | | |
d99 | Why should I love the Savior | | | | | | | |
d100 | With longing eyes and weary feet | | | | | | | |