# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Lift up the trumpet, and loud let it ring | | | | | | | |
d102 | Lift up your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lift your eyes, behold the fields of precious golden grain | | | | | | | |
d104 | List to the sound of the trumpet | | | | | | | |
d105 | Living in the Spirit every passing day | | | | | | | |
d106 | Lord, I have started to walk in the light That shines on my pathway | | | | | | | |
d107 | Lord, I want to be a Christian in [in-a] my heart | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lost was I in sin and degredation | | | | | | | |
d109 | Loud let the anthem exultingly ring | | | | | | | |
d110 | Marching on in the light of God | | | | | | | |
d111 | Multitudes followed our Savior, we read | | | | | | | |
d112 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d113 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d114 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d115 | My Lord [he] calls me, [he] calls me in [by] the thunder | | | | | | | |
d116 | My sheep know my voice, and the path that I take | | | | | | | |
d117 | O brother, keep on shining | | | | | | | |
d118 | O Christian, in these latter days | | | | | | | |
d119 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d120 | O hearken to the gospel warning | | | | | | | |
d121 | O I'm looking for my Savior | | | | | | | |
d122 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d123 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d124 | O shout aloud the tidings, repeat the joyful strain | | | | | | | |
d125 | O spread the tidings round | | | | | | | |
d126 | O the cleansing blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d127 | O the unsearchable riches of Christ | | | | | | | |
d128 | O the wondrous power of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d129 | O this Holy Ghost, it si right anyhow | | | | | | | |
d130 | O wounded hearts, this message hear | | | | | | | |
d131 | One day, without the taste of death | | | | | | | |
d132 | One friend divine is so dear to me | | | | | | | |
d133 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d134 | Onward move, ye followers of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d135 | Our Savior soon is coming | | | | | | | |
d136 | Pray on believer in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d137 | Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it | | | | | | | |
d138 | Rejoicing in hope, believing his word | | | | | | | |
d139 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d140 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d141 | Saved to the uttermost I am the Lord's | | | | | | | |
d142 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d143 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d144 | She only touched the hem of his garment | | | | | | | |
d145 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sinner, the Savior is calling, calling from | | | | | | | |
d147 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d148 | Sons of men, with heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d149 | Soon our Lord from that far country | | | | | | | |
d150 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d151 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d152 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d153 | Take the world, but give me Jesus, All its joys are but a name | | | | | | | |
d154 | The day already breaks in which our risen Lord returneth | | | | | | | |
d155 | The God of grace is calling thee | | | | | | | |
d156 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d157 | The Lord bade his apostles | | | | | | | |
d158 | The mercy of God is an ocean divine | | | | | | | |
d159 | The multitude thronged him on every hand | | | | | | | |
d160 | The promised hour is drawing near | | | | | | | |
d161 | The Savior all my foes o'ercame | | | | | | | |
d162 | The sweetest sound mortal ever heard | | | | | | | |
d163 | There are faces dear that I hold in memory | | | | | | | |
d164 | There are lands far away o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is singing up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d167 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d168 | There will be a grand convention | | | | | | | |
d169 | There's a fountain flowing for the healing of the soul | | | | | | | |
d170 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d171 | There's a wondrous city building | | | | | | | |
d172 | There's nothing so precious as Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
d173 | They come from the east and west, they come from the lands afar | | | | | | | |
d174 | Think not your God forgets you | | | | | | | |
d175 | Those were darksome years filled with gloomy fears | | | | | | | |
d176 | Thou Christ of burning, cleansing flame | | | | | | | |
d177 | Though mighty hosts of sin assail | | | | | | | |
d178 | Though we may not know the moment | | | | | | | |
d179 | Time's clock is striking the hour | | | | | | | |
d180 | 'Tis almost time for the Lord to come | | | | | | | |
d181 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d182 | To God be the glory, great things He hath done | | | | | | | |
d183 | To me the Holy Ghost is given | | | | | | | |
d184 | To the front the cry is ringing | | | | | | | |
d185 | Walk in the light the Lord hath [has] given | | | | | | | |
d186 | Walking in sunlight all of my journey | | | | | | | |
d187 | We are never, never weary of the grand old song | | | | | | | |
d188 | We are soldiers in the blessed war for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d189 | We find many people who can't understand | | | | | | | |
d190 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d191 | We have heard the glorious news of our returning Lord | | | | | | | |
d192 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d193 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d194 | What rejoicing there will be, when our Savior's face | | | | | | | |
d195 | What though clouds are hovering o'er me | | | | | | | |
d196 | What though the storm around me rage | | | | | | | |
d197 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d198 | When Jesus on dark Calvary atonement freely made | | | | | | | |
d199 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d200 | When sorrow and storms are besetting my track | | | | | | | |