# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d5 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d7 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d8 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d9 | I feel like singing all the time, my tears are wiped away | | | | | | | |
d10 | In seasons of distress and grief | | | | | | | |
d11 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d12 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d13 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d14 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d15 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d16 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d17 | More love to thee, O Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d18 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d19 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d20 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d21 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d22 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d23 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d24 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d25 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d26 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d27 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d28 | Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
d29 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d30 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d31 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d32 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d33 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d34 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d35 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d36 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]