# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d302 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
d303 | O priceless gift, O matchless love | | | | | | | |
d304 | O safe to the Rock that is higher than I | | | | | | | |
d305 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d306 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d307 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d308 | O tell me more of Jesus' love | | | | | | | |
d309 | O tender and sweet was the Master's [Father's] [Savior's] voice | | | | | | | |
d310 | O there's shelter in the Rock | | | | | | | |
d311 | O there's victory in my soul | | | | | | | |
d312 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d313 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d314 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
d315 | O troubled soul, there's rest for thee | | | | | | | |
d316 | O wanderer, hear the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
d317 | O watchah, what you see ovah yondah | | | | | | | |
d318 | O wayward child, why shouldst | | | | | | | |
d319 | O weary soul, the gate is near, in sin why still abide | | | | | | | |
d320 | O who is this that cometh from Edom | | | | | | | |
d321 | O wonderland, sweet wonderland | | | | | | | |
d322 | O wondrous love 'twas wondrous | | | | | | | |
d323 | O word of words the sweetest | | | | | | | |
d324 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d325 | O Zion [Sion], haste, thy [your] mission high fulfilling | | | | | | | |
d326 | O'er a trackless sea I'm sailing | | | | | | | |
d327 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d328 | On Calvary, the Savior died | | | | | | | |
d329 | On Christ our load of sin | | | | | | | |
d330 | On my Lord's wedding day | | | | | | | |
d331 | Only a step to Jesus, Then why not take it now | | | | | | | |
d332 | Only an armor bearer, proudly [firmly] I stand | | | | | | | |
d333 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d334 | Open my [mine] eyes that I may see Glimpses of truth | | | | | | | |
d335 | Our Lord is coming back again | | | | | | | |
d336 | Out in the highways and by ways of life | | | | | | | |
d337 | Over hill and valley ring | | | | | | | |
d338 | Over the plains and hillsides | | | | | | | |
d339 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d340 | Poor and despised, he came seeking for me | | | | | | | |
d341 | Poor lil' brack sheep | | | | | | | |
d342 | Pour Thy blessings, Lord, like showers | | | | | | | |
d343 | Praise him, praise him, Jesus, our blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d344 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d345 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d346 | Pure and holy I would be | | | | | | | |
d347 | Pure in heart I long to be | | | | | | | |
d348 | Ready to suffer grief or pain | | | | | | | |
d349 | Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it | | | | | | | |
d350 | Refining fire, go through my heart | | | | | | | |
d351 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d352 | Ring the bells of heaven, there is joy today | | | | | | | |
d353 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d354 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d355 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d356 | Sail on O ship of Zion sail | | | | | | | |
d357 | Saved to the uttermost I am the Lord's | | | | | | | |
d358 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d359 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d360 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d361 | Say, is your lamp burning, my brother | | | | | | | |
d362 | Shall I crucify my Savior, when for me | | | | | | | |
d363 | Shall I empty handed be | | | | | | | |
d364 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d365 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d366 | She only touched the hem of his garment | | | | | | | |
d367 | Shine on, O Lord, my star of hope | | | | | | | |
d368 | Should the death angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
d369 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d370 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d371 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d372 | Sing the praises of our King | | | | | | | |
d373 | Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, sing his mercy | | | | | | | |
d374 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d375 | Sinner, hear the thrilling cry | | | | | | | |
d376 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d377 | Sinners Jesus will receive | | | | | | | |
d378 | Slowly the web of life unrolls | | | | | | | |
d379 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d380 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d381 | Some day I'll see the city | | | | | | | |
d382 | Sometimes I'm up, sometimes I'm down | | | | | | | |
d383 | Soon we shall see our Lord | | | | | | | |
d384 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d385 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d386 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d387 | Speak to my soul, dear Jesus | | | | | | | |
d388 | Speed away, speed away, On thine errand of light | | | | | | | |
d389 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d390 | Stand when the storms of doubt assail | | | | | | | |
d391 | Standing by a purpose true | | | | | | | |
d392 | Standing in the market places all the season | | | | | | | |
d393 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d394 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d395 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d396 | Sunset and evening star and one clear call for me | | | | | | | |
d397 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d398 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d399 | Take heart, for moning cometh | | | | | | | |
d400 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |