# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | I'm trusting my Redeemer dear | | | | | | | |
d102 | In heaven the skies are always bright | | | | | | | |
d103 | In this world is much of sadness | | | | | | | |
d104 | It will be a happy morning | | | | | | | |
d105 | I've a Guide and a Companion | | | | | | | |
d106 | I've left earth's pleasures all behind | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus died on Calvary, Bless his name | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus, keep me near the cross | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d110 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d111 | Jesus needs us daily in his vineyard here | | | | | | | |
d112 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d113 | Jesus to his chosen spake | | | | | | | |
d114 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d115 | Just beyond this world of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d116 | Just when you bear a heavy load | | | | | | | |
d117 | Knowing that my soul is in the Master's keeping | | | | | | | |
d118 | Let us labor in the vineyard day by day | | | | | | | |
d119 | Let us pause to count the blessings | | | | | | | |
d120 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d121 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d122 | Make a full, complete confession | | | | | | | |
d123 | More about Jesus would I know | | | | | | | |
d124 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d125 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d126 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d127 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d128 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d129 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d130 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d131 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d132 | My Savior, who died on the cross for my sin | | | | | | | |
d133 | My Savior's precious love for me | | | | | | | |
d134 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d135 | My soul had wandered far in sin | | | | | | | |
d136 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d137 | My soul is confiding in Jesus each day | | | | | | | |
d138 | My soul was tossed by waves of sin | | | | | | | |
d139 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d140 | Night with ebon pinion brooded o'er the vale | | | | | | | |
d141 | O Christian soldiers, on the march | | | | | | | |
d142 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d143 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
d144 | O Father, God in whom we trust | | | | | | | |
d145 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d146 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d147 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d148 | O I love to tell my Father | | | | | | | |
d149 | O love surpassing knowledge | | | | | | | |
d150 | O souls who are drifting away in sin | | | | | | | |
d151 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d152 | O the waves of the sea may sweep o'er me | | | | | | | |
d153 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d154 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d155 | O to have no Christ, no Savior | | | | | | | |
d156 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d157 | O workers in the harvest field | | | | | | | |
d158 | Oft my memory wanders back | | | | | | | |
d159 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d160 | On to the front, O ye soldiers true and loyal | | | | | | | |
d161 | One day as the Savior was passing along | | | | | | | |
d162 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d163 | Our grand and glorious army moves along | | | | | | | |
d164 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d165 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d166 | Resting today are our loved ones | | | | | | | |
d167 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d168 | Sad is the heart of a wandering child | | | | | | | |
d169 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d170 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d171 | Scatter the message of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d172 | Seeking a city grand | | | | | | | |
d173 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d174 | Shall we meet beyond the river, on that bright | | | | | | | |
d175 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d176 | Since all my sins thou didst forgive | | | | | | | |
d177 | Since I gave to Jesus my poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
d178 | Sing of the Leader from glory | | | | | | | |
d179 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d180 | Singing the grand old story | | | | | | | |
d181 | Sinner, the words of the blessed One hear | | | | | | | |
d182 | So many folks are absent | | | | | | | |
d183 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d184 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d185 | Some day adown the valley drear | | | | | | | |
d186 | Some day when evening shadows blend | | | | | | | |
d187 | Some glorious day, some happy day | | | | | | | |
d188 | Some golden dawn, when shadows flee | | | | | | | |
d189 | Soon the trials of life will be o'er | | | | | | | |
d190 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d191 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d192 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d193 | Storms may rage about me | | | | | | | |
d194 | Surely if you knew my Savior | | | | | | | |
d195 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d196 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d197 | Tell me once again the story | | | | | | | |
d198 | The father spoke to the eldest son | | | | | | | |
d199 | The fields are all white, but the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d200 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |