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d101 | My yielded heart says yes to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d102 | No separation, now made one | | | | | | | |
d103 | Nobler by far than the sages of earth | | | | | | | |
d104 | Nothing earthly soothes our heartaches | | | | | | | |
d105 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d106 | O Father hear our humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d107 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d108 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d109 | O for that flame of living fire | | | | | | | |
d110 | O for the tongue of Pentecost | | | | | | | |
d111 | O God, my heart doth long for thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d113 | O hear the wondrous story, God gave His only Son | | | | | | | |
d114 | O speed with the tidings from city to city | | | | | | | |
d115 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d116 | O that I could repent, O that I could believe | | | | | | | |
d117 | O the wondrous power of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d118 | O wounded hearts, this message hear | | | | | | | |
d119 | On a bed made of rags, in a garret | | | | | | | |
d120 | On Him who watches over all | | | | | | | |
d121 | Once I with chains was bound | | | | | | | |
d122 | Once the Savior trod on our earthly sod | | | | | | | |
d123 | One day, without the taste of death | | | | | | | |
d124 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d125 | Our Savior soon is coming | | | | | | | |
d126 | Over every land in darkness | | | | | | | |
d127 | Praise him, praise him, Glory, hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d128 | Praise the Redeemer, the King of kings | | | | | | | |
d129 | Praise ye the Lord, praise ye the Lord | | | | | | | |
d130 | Precious is the name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d131 | Remember, how, before you left your home | | | | | | | |
d132 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d133 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d134 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d135 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d136 | Since first I knew redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sing of truth, welcome truth | | | | | | | |
d138 | Sinner, the Savior is calling for thee | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sinner with your heavy load of sin and guilt | | | | | | | |
d140 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d141 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d142 | Some day triumphant o'er the tomb | | | | | | | |
d143 | Someone is called by the Master | | | | | | | |
d144 | Someone will go from this house of God | | | | | | | |
d145 | Sometimes in days of darkness | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sons of creation, Brightly shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
d147 | Soon our Lord from that far country | | | | | | | |
d148 | Soul, are you here with an aching heart | | | | | | | |
d149 | Speed away to the fray | | | | | | | |
d150 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d151 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d152 | Still saying No to Jesus, Slighting the call | | | | | | | |
d153 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d154 | Take us beneath the soil of sin | | | | | | | |
d155 | The dear Son of God once left his father's throne | | | | | | | |
d156 | The fight of all the ages now is raging | | | | | | | |
d157 | The God who formed thee | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Master told his disciples to publish everywhere | | | | | | | |
d159 | The nations of the world have pined | | | | | | | |
d160 | The prophet of old to this countrymen cried | | | | | | | |
d161 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
d162 | The Savior came down from his mansion above | | | | | | | |
d163 | The secret of his heart he holds | | | | | | | |
d164 | The Son of God atonement made | | | | | | | |
d165 | The Son of God hath power to recreate | | | | | | | |
d166 | The sweetest sound mortal ever heard | | | | | | | |
d167 | The voice of the Spirit is speaking to you | | | | | | | |
d168 | There are faces dear that I hold in memory | | | | | | | |
d169 | There are trials sore, on my way below | | | | | | | |
d170 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d171 | There is a place of blessing | | | | | | | |
d172 | There is a Rock, a Rock of ages | | | | | | | |
d173 | There is hope for the world | | | | | | | |
d174 | There is praise on my lips | | | | | | | |
d175 | There is singing up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d176 | There is soon to be a meeting with our Savior | | | | | | | |
d177 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d178 | There's a solemn hour approaching | | | | | | | |
d179 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d180 | There's glory in the dawning of each returning day | | | | | | | |
d181 | There's new joy within my soul | | | | | | | |
d182 | Though rich and manifold each hour | | | | | | | |
d183 | Thousands are trusting Jesus today | | | | | | | |
d184 | 'Tis almost time for the Lord to come | | | | | | | |
d185 | To every tribe and nation repeat the joyful strain | | | | | | | |
d186 | To me the Holy Ghost is given | | | | | | | |
d187 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d188 | Unto God our king endless praise we bring | | | | | | | |
d189 | Waiting on the Lord for the gift from heaven | | | | | | | |
d190 | Wanderer, lost in sin's dark valley | | | | | | | |
d191 | We are climbing Jacob's ladder, We are climbin | | | | | | | |
d192 | We are often tossed and driven on the restless sea of | | | | | | | |
d193 | We are on the glory bound train | | | | | | | |
d194 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d195 | We have heard the glorious news of our returning Lord | | | | | | | |
d196 | We speak of the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d197 | We've listed in a [the] holy war | | | | | | | |
d198 | We've waited on full many a year | | | | | | | |
d199 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d200 | What is our calling's glorious hope | | | | | | | |