| Falter not, Christian soldier | H. L. F. (Author) | English | 2 |
| See the gathering of the nations, 'tis an army vast and strong | H. L. F. (Author) | English | 4 |
| A balm for the way worn, weary and broken | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| A host so vast and numberless | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| A little longer, weary | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| A stranger walked with me one day | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| All they who walk with Jesus | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Are we faithful workers day by day | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Behold the countless legions | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Christ is risen from the grave, Our living, loving Savior | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| Christ the King of the Ages | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| Drawing near to the port we have sailed for so long | H. L. F. (Author) | English | 2 |
| God is calling, softly and gently calling | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| Hark, why this great commotion | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Have you heard about a meeting | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| Hear the trumpet sounding, forward march | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| Hear us, our Father, while we pray | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| How precious the promises made in God's word | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I am sure that I shall know Him, by His wounded feet and hands | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| I entered the court of the palace | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I love the name of Jesus, sweetest of all | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I now can view that city fair | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I want to tell the world around | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I'm on business for Jesus, my Lord and King | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| In my heart a song is swelling like a mighty sea | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| In the narrow path to the golden | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| In thy hands, my loving Savior | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I've a beautiful home over | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| I've left the lowland shadows deep | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| Jerusalem, so bright and fair | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 8 |
| Jesus has launched the lifeboat | H. L. F. (Author) | English | 1 |
| Lift up his standard, royal honors bring | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Like the mighty voice of many waters | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| Never a sorrow, a grief or a tear | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| No mortal eye that land hath seen | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 21 |
| Not grace for tomorrow, not grace when I die | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| O hear the sweet voice of the Savior | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| O thou, enthroned in worlds above | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 7 |
| Oh, ye gates of the Golden City | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 0 |
| Preach the gospel of the Kingdom | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Ringing, joyfully ringing the golden bells of peace | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| See the banner unfurled, Lo! the morning is here | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 2 |
| Send the light, O blessed Savior | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Since I gave myself to Jesus, all my life has been a song | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Some day, yes, some sweet day | Henry L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Soon there'll be a glorious morning | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 2 |
| The cleansing blood is all my plea | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| The happy day I'll not regret | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| The night is long, the storms | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| The night is wild, and cloudland | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| The peace bells are ringing | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| The songs my gentle mother sang | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| There are songs surcharged with sorrow | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| There is a port, so bright | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| There is room for all to labor | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| There is someone out on the waves tonight | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| There will be no night in the golden city | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| There'll be glory over yonder by the crystal sea | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| There's a call for reapers in the fields today | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| There's a cross by the wayside | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| There's a crown in the land | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| There's a narrow way that leads to God | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| These are the songs the ransomed sing | Henry L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| These many days mid storm and rain | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| Though not ours to move the world with song | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| To the uttermost, uttermost wonderful word | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 2 |
| Toiling along the King's highway | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| Waiting toiling, gleaning | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| We are out on a wide stormy ocean | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 4 |
| We are pilgrims seeking a city | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 3 |
| We are under marching orders, Against the hosts of sin | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 3 |
| We onward press through this vale of tears | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| We stand where Jordan's waves divide | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 4 |
| We would not seek, with God our friend | Frisbie (Author) | | 3 |
| Whatever thou doest, O man yet unsaved | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 2 |
| When by faith I saw my Savior on the cross of Calvary | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 2 |
| When the Lord of the vineyard is calling | Henry L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| When the roll is called in heaven and the vast uncounted throng | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| When the wild tempest is raging | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| When we come to the valley of shadows | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| When we finish all our warfare | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| When you pass beyond the river, to the golden land of song | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| When you pass the dear old homestead, stop a moment at the gate | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Where the choir celestial sweetly sing | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Wherever my pathway of duty leads | Henry L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 8 |
| While nature welcomes in the day | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 10 |
| Who are these arrayed in robes | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Why should I strive for earthly things | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 2 |
| Wondrously saved by a power divine | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 1 |
| Would you make your joy complete | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | | 1 |
| Yes, every cloud has a silver [sunny] side | H. L. Frisbie (Author) | English | 4 |
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