# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O God, my heart doth long for thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d103 | O how dark the way before me | | | | | | | |
d104 | O I love to walk with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d105 | O mourner in [of] Zion, how blessed art thou | | | | | | | |
d106 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d107 | O sinner, see thy Savior at mercy's open gate | | | | | | | |
d108 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d109 | O the world is wide, and there is work for you | | | | | | | |
d110 | O what will you do at the end of life's journey | | | | | | | |
d111 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d112 | On the other side of Jordan there's a city bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d113 | One day, without the taste of death | | | | | | | |
d114 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d115 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d116 | Praise the Lord, I have an all sufficient Savior | | | | | | | |
d117 | Rivers of living water flow daily in my soul | | | | | | | |
d118 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d119 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d120 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d121 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d122 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d123 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d124 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d125 | The cares and sorrows of this life | | | | | | | |
d126 | The cry for help from distant lands | | | | | | | |
d127 | The fight is on, the trumpet sound is ringing out | | | | | | | |
d128 | The Lord's my Shepherd, down in the pastures green | | | | | | | |
d129 | The pitfalls in sin's awful path | | | | | | | |
d130 | There are people, almost everywhere, whose hearts are all aflame | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is a land of wondrous beauty | | | | | | | |
d134 | There is a lot in Canaan, for every one today | | | | | | | |
d135 | There is sanctifying power | | | | | | | |
d136 | There is soon to be a meeting with our Savior | | | | | | | |
d137 | There'll be no dark valley when Jesus comes | | | | | | | |
d138 | There's a country fair we may see some day | | | | | | | |
d139 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d140 | There's a holy and beautiful city | | | | | | | |
d141 | There's liberty in Christ for thee | | | | | | | |
d142 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d143 | They were in the place of waiting | | | | | | | |
d144 | Times of refreshing are coming | | | | | | | |
d145 | Trusting thee, whatever betide | | | | | | | |
d146 | 'Twas Jesus, our Savior, who suffered and died | | | | | | | |
d147 | We have a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
d148 | We have a sypathetic friend, who knows our every care | | | | | | | |
d149 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d150 | We shall see the desert as the rose | | | | | | | |
d151 | Weary one, Jesus is calling to rest | | | | | | | |
d152 | Weeping will not save me [you], though my face | | | | | | | |
d153 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d154 | When far away from Jesus | | | | | | | |
d155 | When I enter that beautiful city | | | | | | | |
d156 | When I saw the cleansing fountain | | | | | | | |
d157 | When in my sorrow he found me | | | | | | | |
d158 | When pangs of death seized on my soul | | | | | | | |
d159 | When you get to heaven, as you surely will | | | | | | | |
d160 | While in the wilderness, I wandered many years | | | | | | | |
d161 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d162 | Who is there here in love with the Savior | | | | | | | |
d163 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d164 | You're foot sore and weary | | | | | | | |
d165 | You're striving to follow the Master | | | | | | | |