# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | On a desert wild and lonely | | | | | | | |
d102 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d103 | Our God hath not forsaken us | | | | | | | |
d104 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d105 | Peacefully, tranquilly, passing away | | | | | | | |
d106 | Precious Savior, I would follow | | | | | | | |
d107 | Precious Savior thou hast saved me | | | | | | | |
d108 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d109 | Savior, behold in Thy mercy | | | | | | | |
d110 | Savior, dear Savior, more than all the world beside | | | | | | | |
d111 | Savior, my heart is Thine, receive me now | | | | | | | |
d112 | Savior, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee | | | | | | | |
d113 | Say, what do you owe to the Savior | | | | | | | |
d114 | See a star from out the east | | | | | | | |
d115 | Send forth the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sing praise to God [him] who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d117 | Some day the silver cord will break, and earthly | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sometimes it seems so dark | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sometimes we grope mid the shadows | | | | | | | |
d120 | Stand for the right, Christian | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d122 | Take blessed Jesus, my hand in thine | | | | | | | |
d123 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d124 | The day is ending, faster, faster | | | | | | | |
d125 | The Savior is calling O sinner | | | | | | | |
d126 | The Savior's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
d127 | There are voices, gentle voices | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is a power in Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is but one true way | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is joy, there is joy | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is pardon at the cross where my Savior died | | | | | | | |
d132 | There's a crown of rejoicing, O reaper | | | | | | | |
d133 | There's a promise from the Lord, hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d134 | There's a soft pleading voice | | | | | | | |
d135 | There's a song that none can learn | | | | | | | |
d136 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d137 | Though joys like the sunshine illumine the way | | | | | | | |
d138 | Though unseen, yet still we love thee | | | | | | | |
d139 | Though your sins be as scarlet | | | | | | | |
d140 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d141 | To God be the glory, great things He hath done | | | | | | | |
d142 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
d143 | Tossed by the tempest | | | | | | | |
d144 | Trust, and wait God's time appointed | | | | | | | |
d145 | We shall meet beyond the river, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d146 | We shall reach the summer land | | | | | | | |
d147 | What can fill my soul with joy | | | | | | | |
d148 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d149 | What words of holy comfort | | | | | | | |
d150 | When I read the olden story | | | | | | | |
d151 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d152 | Who is ready, who is willing | | | | | | | |
d153 | Why let my sins drive me far | | | | | | | |
d154 | With my sin I come to thy throne | | | | | | | |
d155 | Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness | | | | | | | |