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1 | Oh, bring of Life's fair rip'ning grain | | | | | | | |
2 | Hark! thro' all the courts of heaven | | | | | | | |
3 | Jesus, Saviour, pilot me | | | | | | | |
4 | Wand'ring long in sin and darkness | | | | | | | |
5 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |
6 | Oh! the joy, tell it out! | | | | | | | |
7 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
8 | Just as God leads, oh, I would go | | | | | | | |
9 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
10 | "Lift your heads," with faith the morrow | | | | | | | |
11 | We're a band of soldiers | | | | | | | |
12 | Let Thy love, O Christ arisen | | | | | | | |
13 | There's a fountain that bursts from Calvary's brow | | | | | | | |
14 | Save me, Lord, and make me Thine | | | | | | | |
15 | Fading away like the stars of the morning | | | | | | | |
16 | Shout aloud for Christ our King | | | | | | | |
17 | Come to Jesus! are you lonely? | | | | | | | |
18 | Keep thy lamp trimmed and burning | | | | | | | |
19 | Rest remaineth, oh, how sweet | | | | | | | |
20 | Strike the cymbal, sound the timbrel! | | | | | | | |
21 | O'er the distant mountains breaking | | | | | | | |
22 | Lord of Heaven, lone and sad | | | | | | | |
23 | Though trials, afflictions, and sorrows may come | | | | | | | |
24 | Covered with feathers of mercy | | | | | | | |
25 | Hearken, children, little workers | | | | | | | |
26 | O Christ, our glorious King | | | | | | | |
27 | I'm saved by the blood that flow'd so free | | | | | | | |
28 | The dear Lord is willing and anxious to save | | | | | | | |
29 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
30 | Heavenly Father, tender Shepherd | | | | | | | |
31 | Haven safe where we can hide | | | | | | | |
32 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
33 | Abide with me; fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
34 | What tho' the days be dark and dreary? | | | | | | | |
35 | There's hope beyond this life of ours | | | | | | | |
36 | I would love Thee, God and Father | | | | | | | |