# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d2 | All thy hills he clothed with fattling | | | | | | | |
d3 | Are you shining now for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d4 | Are you trusting in the Savior as you go | | | | | | | |
d5 | Beautiful flag of liberty | | | | | | | |
d6 | Bells are ringing, birds are singing | | | | | | | |
d7 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d8 | Bright Star of hope, there's darkness on the sea | | | | | | | |
d9 | Chiming through the azure sky | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come over and help us, O soldiers | | | | | | | |
d11 | Ever for the right, boys | | | | | | | |
d12 | Father, I am but a child | | | | | | | |
d13 | Follow in the path where Jesus leads | | | | | | | |
d14 | Following the steps of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d15 | Go ye into all the world, 'tis the loving Lord's command | | | | | | | |
d16 | Growing in likeness to Jesus, my Lord | | | | | | | |
d17 | I would be a sunbeam, shining every day | | | | | | | |
d18 | In the morning ere the busy day | | | | | | | |
d19 | Jesus, meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
d20 | Jesus, thou merciful Savior | | | | | | | |
d21 | Joyful we come to Zion's fair gates | | | | | | | |
d22 | March boldly on | | | | | | | |
d23 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d24 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d25 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d26 | No change of times shall ever shock my trust, O Lord, in thee | | | | | | | |
d27 | O cross upon Mount Calvary | | | | | | | |
d28 | O gently speak as on we go | | | | | | | |
d29 | O God, we praise thee and confess | | | | | | | |
d30 | O God, who rulest all our days | | | | | | | |
d31 | O the precious love of Jesus, Growing sweeter | | | | | | | |
d32 | Oft as returns the holy day The day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d33 | On the western billows, see them launch | | | | | | | |
d34 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d35 | Open the windows of heaven, O Lord, And blessings | | | | | | | |
d36 | Praise ye the Lord with harp and voice | | | | | | | |
d37 | See the dews of morning on the blades of green | | | | | | | |
d38 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d39 | The Bible is a precious mine | | | | | | | |
d40 | The murmering brooks, the singing birds | | | | | | | |
d41 | The summer comes at his decree | | | | | | | |
d42 | The years of God are rolling on | | | | | | | |
d43 | There's a voice that speaks to all | | | | | | | |
d44 | Unto the Lord, unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
d45 | Upon the Sunday morn how sweet | | | | | | | |
d46 | We are an army, grand and mighty | | | | | | | |
d47 | We are children of the kingdom | | | | | | | |
d48 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
d49 | We are loyal Christian soldiers neath the banner | | | | | | | |
d50 | We are soldiers in the army, We are under marching orders | | | | | | | |
d51 | We for Christ, to Him we bring | | | | | | | |
d52 | We should love and help each other | | | | | | | |
d53 | When I awaken in the morning | | | | | | | |
d54 | When it's bright above you | | | | | | | |
d55 | When night settles down o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
d56 | When the heart grows faint and the soul is weary | | | | | | | |
d57 | When the shades of night are darkest | | | | | | | |
d58 | When the troubles of life like the wild billows roll | | | | | | | |
d59 | Would you know earth's highest happiness | | | | | | | |