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d101 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d102 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d103 | O how sweet is the soul cheering thought | | | | | | | |
d104 | O it is joy to believe | | | | | | | |
d105 | O Jesus, my Savior, at last | | | | | | | |
d106 | O lead me to Jesus, I'm tired | | | | | | | |
d107 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d108 | O the love of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d109 | O weary and wandering one | | | | | | | |
d110 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
d111 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d112 | O wondrous thought, and can it be | | | | | | | |
d113 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d114 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d115 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d116 | Our days are swiftly gliding by | | | | | | | |
d117 | Our Father said that precious word | | | | | | | |
d118 | Over and over again | | | | | | | |
d119 | Over Eden's bowers, once so fair | | | | | | | |
d120 | Passing, Lord, by vale and mountain | | | | | | | |
d121 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d122 | Resting in Jesus all the day | | | | | | | |
d123 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d124 | Rouse thee, soul, the day is fleeting | | | | | | | |
d125 | Sad and weary with my longing | | | | | | | |
d126 | See where the living waters glide | | | | | | | |
d127 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sitting at the feet of Jesus, O what words | | | | | | | |
d129 | Strike your harps to richer music | | | | | | | |
d130 | Suffer little children to come unto me, Let the little children come | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sweetly I'm resting in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d132 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d133 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
d134 | The harvest is passed | | | | | | | |
d135 | The Lord is my Rock, so steadfast | | | | | | | |
d136 | The Master has come and he calleth for thee | [The Master has come and He calleth for thee] | | | | | | |
d137 | The Savior is calling you sinner | | | | | | | |
d138 | The storm is wildly rushing by | | | | | | | |
d139 | There are songs of joy that I loved to sing | | | | | | | |
d140 | There dawns a golden vision | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is a home eternal, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d144 | There is plenty to do in this world of ours | | | | | | | |
d145 | There is work to be done by the Master | | | | | | | |
d146 | There stands a rock on shores of time | | | | | | | |
d147 | There's a gentle knock at the door | | | | | | | |
d148 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
d149 | Though clouds may rise in the distant skies | | | | | | | |
d150 | 'Tis easy to stand on a vessel's deck | | | | | | | |
d151 | To Jesus' blood I owe my soul's supremest good | | | | | | | |
d152 | To the cross of Christ, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d153 | To the land of peace and love | | | | | | | |
d154 | To thy cross, dear Christ, I'm clinging | | | | | | | |
d155 | Tossing on the billow, rocking in the blast | | | | | | | |
d156 | Touch not the cup | | | | | | | |
d157 | True the path of life is rugged | | | | | | | |
d158 | Wake, O Zion, wake to gladness | | | | | | | |
d159 | We are a little gleaning band | | | | | | | |
d160 | We are toiling up the way | | | | | | | |
d161 | We hail this happy Christmas day | | | | | | | |
d162 | We have met in thy name | | | | | | | |
d163 | We press towards the golden shore | | | | | | | |
d164 | We will meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d165 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d166 | Welcome, welcome, gladly welcome | | | | | | | |
d167 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d168 | When earth's boisterous storms arising | | | | | | | |
d169 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d170 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d171 | When pressed with guilt | | | | | | | |
d172 | When sick of inbred sin | | | | | | | |
d173 | When the rosy lights of morning | | | | | | | |
d174 | When we reach the golden city, When we pass | | | | | | | |
d175 | While clinging to Jesus with unyielding hold | | | | | | | |
d176 | While passing through the busy street | | | | | | | |
d177 | While wayworn and weary | | | | | | | |
d178 | Who is here to enter the army | | | | | | | |
d179 | Why should we weep when friends have passed | | | | | | | |
d180 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d181 | With my sin wounded soul | | | | | | | |
d182 | Ye shall shine as the stars | | | | | | | |
d183 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |