# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d2 | All praise to Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d3 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d4 | Blessed Shepherd of my soul | | | | | | | |
d5 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d9 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d10 | Far in the desert wild | | | | | | | |
d11 | Father, in the morning Unto Thee I [I'll] pray | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d13 | Hear the pennies dropping, Listen while they fall | | | | | | | |
d14 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d15 | I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus, trusting only thee | | | | | | | |
d16 | I hear the low winds sighing among the trees that wave | | | | | | | |
d17 | I love thy church, O God | | | | | | | |
d18 | Jesus and may I work for thee | | | | | | | |
d19 | Jesus for you is pleading | | | | | | | |
d20 | Jesus our Savior has gone to prepare | | | | | | | |
d21 | Lead me, Savior, lead me, lest I go astray | | | | | | | |
d22 | Lord Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d23 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d24 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d25 | O Christmas bells, glad Christmas bells | | | | | | | |
d26 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d27 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d28 | Rest of the weary, joy of [to] the sad [soul] | | | | | | | |
d29 | Revive thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare | | | | | | | |
d30 | Sing a song so sweet and low | | | | | | | |
d31 | Sing of Jesus, sing forever | | | | | | | |
d32 | Sing praises to our God, and bless | | | | | | | |
d33 | Softly woo away her breath | | | | | | | |
d34 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d35 | Sweet evening bells | | | | | | | |
d36 | Sweet Sabbath eve, bright is thy smile | | | | | | | |
d37 | The dead in Christ shall rise | | | | | | | |
d38 | The hearse was driven to our door | | | | | | | |
d39 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d40 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
d41 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d42 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d43 | There is a message true, I love so well | | | | | | | |
d44 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d45 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d46 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d47 | We shall reach the pearly gate | | | | | | | |
d48 | Weary pilgrim, go to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d49 | Welcome evening shadows, Welcome twilight gray | | | | | | | |
d50 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d51 | When the toilsome day is over | | | | | | | |
d52 | Where the jasper walls are beaming | | | | | | | |
d53 | Ye saints on earth repeat | | | | | | | |