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1 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
2 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
3 | When His salvation bringing | | | | | | | |
4 | We come to thee, dear Saviour | | | | | | | |
5 | Jesus, meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
6 | Holy, holy, holy Lord | | | | | | | |
7 | Soldiers of Zion, 'tis Jesus' command | | | | | | | |
8 | Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd | | | | | | | |
9 | When Jesus left His Father's throne | | | | | | | |
10 | I need Thee, precious Jesus | | | | | | | |
11 | Forward! be our watchword | | | | | | | |
12 | Jesus, Thou hast promis'd | | | | | | | |
13 | Saviour, blessed Saviour, Listen while we sing | | | | | | | |
14 | O'er the hills! the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
15 | In that world of ancient story | | | | | | | |
16 | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
17 | Sleep not, soldier of the Cross! | | | | | | | |
18 | Christ the Lord is ris'n today! | | | | | | | |
19 | Christ the Lord is risen again | | | | | | | |
20 | Crowns of glory ever bright | | | | | | | |
21 | He is risen, He is risen | | | | | | | |
22 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
23 | Sinner, come to Jesus! | | | | | | | |
24 | I chose the way of sin | | | | | | | |
25 | All glory, laud and honor | | | | | | | |
26 | Every hope is brightened | | | | | | | |
27 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
28 | At the feet of Jesus | | | | | | | |
29 | O Saviour, hear a little child | | | | | | | |
30 | Enter in; ye heavy laden | | | | | | | |
31 | Awake from thy slumber | | | | | | | |
32 | Light and comfort of my soul | | | | | | | |
33 | The spotless Lamb is chosen and slain | | | | | | | |
34 | If the peace of God be with me | | | | | | | |
35 | Wake the anthem, wild and free | | | | | | | |
36 | "Sons of God!" O can it be | | | | | | | |
37 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
38 | When our Lord, was triumph bringing | | | | | | | |
39 | Rock of Ages! cleft for me! | | | | | | | |
40 | When the heart is bowed down with its grief | | | | | | | |
41 | Jesus, be ever near | | | | | | | |
42 | Lord, from the depths to Thee I cry | | | | | | | |
43 | Jesus, Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
44 | Our feet are apt to wander | | | | | | | |
45 | Wand'ring from my Heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
46 | When morning beams with glory bright | | | | | | | |
47 | Think not, oh pilgrim, of thy loss | | | | | | | |
48 | "Sons of God!" O can it be | | | | | | | |
49 | Every little kindly deed | | | | | | | |
50 | In Thy presence I would dwell | | | | | | | |
51 | O Lord, I would delight in Thee | | | | | | | |
52 | Do not I love Thee, O my Lord | | | | | | | |
53 | The day is gently sinking to its close | | | | | | | |
54 | We're bound for the city of renown | | | | | | | |
55 | There's death in the wine-cup! | | | | | | | |
56 | Hail, peaceful hour, supremely blest | | | | | | | |
57 | The beautiful lilies | | | | | | | |
58 | I'll tarry not in all the plain! | | | | | | | |
59 | Linger yet, O Holy Dove | | | | | | | |
60 | Wake, for the Master calleth! | | | | | | | |
61 | Jesus, refuge of the weary | | | | | | | |
62 | Faith is the polar star | | | | | | | |
63 | Welcome ye always are | | | | | | | |
64 | There is no love like the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
65 | Going forth, the shepherd calleth | | | | | | | |
66 | How the Saviour loves the children | | | | | | | |
67 | Be not swift to take offence | | | | | | | |
68 | Into Thy store-house, O Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
69 | Stand! hold fast thy Lord confessing | | | | | | | |
70 | Oh! be happy, oh! be joyful little children | | | | | | | |
71 | O what shall I give to the Saviour | | | | | | | |
72 | I love the blessed story | | | | | | | |
73 | Joyfully, joyfully welcome the day | | | | | | | |
74 | Jesus lives in heaven | | | | | | | |
75 | O how glorious is our home | | | | | | | |
76 | O, let me ever dwell, Saviour with Thee | | | | | | | |
77 | Out of the darkness and into the light | | | | | | | |
78 | I am a little gleaner | | | | | | | |
79 | As flows the river | | | | | | | |
80 | List to the story Jesus hath spoken | | | | | | | |
81 | O, Christian, watch, and fight, and pray! | | | | | | | |
82 | All the fullness of the sea | | | | | | | |
83 | Fight the fight and never falter | | | | | | | |
84 | If the world would separate me | | | | | | | |
85 | Hail! oh little Christian sailor | | | | | | | |
86 | As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs | | | | | | | |
87 | Be not discouraged troubled heart | | | | | | | |
88 | All hail to thee, Thanksgiving Day | | | | | | | |
89 | A little while longer to labor | | | | | | | |
90 | I'm but a little child, mamma | | | | | | | |
91 | Where a sorrow seeks relief | | | | | | | |
92 | Once again the wondrous story | | | | | | | |
93 | Once in royal David's City | | | | | | | |
94 | Ring forth in joyful carollings | | | | | | | |
95 | As of old the wise men | | | | | | | |
96 | Delightful place, where Jesus dwells | | | | | | | |
97 | When night comes with shadows dark | | | | | | | |
98 | Joy fills our inmost heart to-day | | | | | | | |
99 | Hark! a Christmas carol rises | | | | | | | |
100 | Glory to God in the highest! | | | | | | | |