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d1 | A fountain was opened on Calvary | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | As the shadows of the night round are falling | | | | | | | |
d4 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
d5 | Christ is my portion forever | | | | | | | |
d6 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come to the Father, O wanderer, come | | | | | | | |
d8 | Faithful is he and great his mercies are | | | | | | | |
d9 | God is calling loud for reapers | | | | | | | |
d10 | He never forgets nor leaves anything out | | | | | | | |
d11 | He will hear me when I call | | | | | | | |
d12 | His love is an ocean so boundless and deep | | | | | | | |
d13 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d14 | How precious an hour with my Savior | | | | | | | |
d15 | I am free from condemnation | | | | | | | |
d16 | I am nearer, drawing nearer | | | | | | | |
d17 | I am on my way to heaven, where the saints | | | | | | | |
d18 | I belong to the King, I'm a child of his love | | | | | | | |
d19 | I came to my Savior all burdened with sin | | | | | | | |
d20 | I cannot tell thee whence it came | | | | | | | |
d21 | I have a friend, my precious Savior | | | | | | | |
d22 | I have given up all for Jesus this vain | | | | | | | |
d23 | I have heard about a place | | | | | | | |
d24 | I once was in the desert | | | | | | | |
d25 | I shall wear a golden crown, When I get home | | | | | | | |
d26 | I was sunken in sin and no light could I see | | | | | | | |
d27 | I was wrecked on a rocky and desolate shore | | | | | | | |
d28 | I will fail thee never | | | | | | | |
d29 | If you walk with Jesus life grows sweeter every day | | | | | | | |
d30 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d31 | In land or store I may be poor | | | | | | | |
d32 | Is it nothing to you that long ages ago | | | | | | | |
d33 | Is there anyone can help us | | | | | | | |
d34 | I've been on Mount Pisgah's lofty height | | | | | | | |
d35 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d36 | Jesus, thine all victorious love | | | | | | | |
d37 | Look up to Jesus and with loving trust | | | | | | | |
d38 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d39 | My songs arise in fervent adoration | | | | | | | |
d40 | Now to thee I all surrender, grant thy cleansing | | | | | | | |
d41 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d42 | O how dark the way before me | | | | | | | |
d43 | O land of the morrow | | | | | | | |
d44 | O Lord in me thy work revive | | | | | | | |
d45 | O Lord thou didst the promise give | | | | | | | |
d46 | O my soul would fill with rapture If this moment I might hear | | | | | | | |
d47 | O the promises of God long have Satan's might withstood | | | | | | | |
d48 | O thou bleeding Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d49 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d50 | O what a change from a world of despair | | | | | | | |
d51 | O wondrous cross, O cross of shame | | | | | | | |
d52 | O ye who are fighting the forces of wrong | | | | | | | |
d53 | Once deep conviction the Lord on me did roll | | | | | | | |
d54 | Out and out for Jesus, ever will I be | | | | | | | |
d55 | Over yonder stands the mansion | | | | | | | |
d56 | So strange it seemed | | | | | | | |
d57 | Someone shall knock at the beautiful gate | | | | | | | |
d58 | Sufficient grace for every need | | | | | | | |
d59 | Tarry with me, my Savior, when the morn breaks | | | | | | | |
d60 | The clouds may hover o'er me | | | | | | | |
d61 | The cross that he gave may be heavy | | | | | | | |
d62 | The hand of my Savior is offered to me | | | | | | | |
d63 | The Lord hath declared and the Lord will perform | | | | | | | |
d64 | The Lord hath made this world of ours most beautiful | | | | | | | |
d65 | The Master is come and calleth for thee | | | | | | | |
d66 | The walls of the city are falling | | | | | | | |
d67 | The wise men sought him and worshiped at his feet | | | | | | | |
d68 | The word of the Lord can never fail | | | | | | | |
d69 | There are foes that must be conquered | | | | | | | |
d70 | There is a land of wondrous beauty | | | | | | | |
d71 | There is just one way to be saved | | | | | | | |
d72 | There is one who loved me truly | | | | | | | |
d73 | There's a mother on her knees in prayer | | | | | | | |
d74 | There's a place to me most sweet | | | | | | | |
d75 | There's a shout in the camp, keep the fires brightly burning | | | | | | | |
d76 | There's a sweet and precious story | | | | | | | |
d77 | There's a sweet old story which I love to hear | | | | | | | |
d78 | There's never a day so dreary that it has no hint of sun | | | | | | | |
d79 | There's One above all earthly friends | | | | | | | |
d80 | Though oft thy prayers seem all in vain | | | | | | | |
d81 | Though only a line, just a line intervenes | | | | | | | |
d82 | To Jesus every day I find my heart is closer drawn | | | | | | | |
d83 | 'Twas the life of Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
d84 | Upon life's boundless ocean where mighty billows roll | | | | | | | |
d85 | We shall be like him, when he shall come in glory | | | | | | | |
d86 | We will never say good bye when he comes | | | | | | | |
d87 | We're sailing, sailing over life's great sea | | | | | | | |
d88 | What made the Savior leave his throne | | | | | | | |
d89 | What would it profit to gain the whole world | | | | | | | |
d90 | When angry waves about me roll | | | | | | | |
d91 | When Christ in Gethsemane and agonized alone | | | | | | | |
d92 | When days of toil have all gone by | | | | | | | |
d93 | When I stand, with my Lord, in the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d94 | When my heart with its troubles is burdened | | | | | | | |
d95 | When my trials here are over | | | | | | | |
d96 | When the power of God descended on the day of Pentecost | | | | | | | |
d97 | When the troubles gather And the billows roll | | | | | | | |
d98 | When the trump of God shall usher in | | | | | | | |
d99 | When upon life's journey you may think there's none to care | | | | | | | |
d100 | When waves of affliction sweep over the soul | | | | | | | |