# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | In sorrow I wandered | | | | | | | |
d102 | In the gladness of earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
d103 | It was alone the Savior prayed in dark Gethsemene | | | | | | | |
d104 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d105 | Jesus, I am coming home today | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus, my Savior, came to save me | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d110 | Jesus wants these little feet | | | | | | | |
d111 | Just to feel the Master near | | | | | | | |
d112 | Leaning on the promises, we march along | | | | | | | |
d113 | Let God use you to tell the old, old story | | | | | | | |
d114 | Let us pause to count the blessings | | | | | | | |
d115 | Like a lamb in the desert astray | | | | | | | |
d116 | Listen to the Savior while he calls to you | | | | | | | |
d117 | Lord, as of old at Pentecost, thou didst thy power display | | | | | | | |
d118 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d119 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
d120 | Make a full, complete confession | | | | | | | |
d121 | Many a soul in the battle of life | | | | | | | |
d122 | Master, I have left those pleasures | | | | | | | |
d123 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d124 | My boat had once floated away from the shore | | | | | | | |
d125 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d126 | My faith temptation shall not move, for Jesus knows it all | | | | | | | |
d127 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d128 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d129 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d130 | My lamp is trimmed and burning bright | | | | | | | |
d131 | My life is like a stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d132 | My life may have its burdens | | | | | | | |
d133 | My life was dreary, my soul aweary | | | | | | | |
d134 | My only hope must be in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d135 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d136 | My soul had wandered far in sin | | | | | | | |
d137 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d138 | No room for thee, Lord can there be | | | | | | | |
d139 | No warm, downy pillow his sweet head pressed | | | | | | | |
d140 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
d141 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d142 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d143 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d144 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d145 | O I love to tell my Father | | | | | | | |
d146 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d147 | O mourners will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d148 | O sinner, come without delay | | | | | | | |
d149 | O sinner lost in awful sin | | | | | | | |
d150 | O soul, so far away from God | | | | | | | |
d151 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d152 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d153 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d154 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d155 | O weary soul, the gate is near, in sin why still abide | | | | | | | |
d156 | O who can take my sins away | | | | | | | |
d157 | O'er the sea of life we sail today | | | | | | | |
d158 | Of Jesus' love that sought me, When I was lost | | | | | | | |
d159 | Oft my memory wanders back | | | | | | | |
d160 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d161 | Once again the gospel story | | | | | | | |
d162 | Only a smile that is cheery and bright | | | | | | | |
d163 | Only little hands have we | | | | | | | |
d164 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d165 | Our Savior always goes ahead | | | | | | | |
d166 | Outside your door the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
d167 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d168 | Precious is the name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d169 | Redeemed and saved, for me the Savior suffered | | | | | | | |
d170 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d171 | Savior, draw me to Thy side | | | | | | | |
d172 | Shall we meet beyond the river, on that happy golden shore | | | | | | | |
d173 | Since I came to Jesus, I'm no more alone | | | | | | | |
d174 | Sing, Christian, sing, while we gather before him | | | | | | | |
d175 | So sweet is thy love, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d176 | Some golden dawn, when shadows flee | | | | | | | |
d177 | Somebody knows when your heart aches | | | | | | | |
d178 | Soul, soul, on life's journey pressing | | | | | | | |
d179 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d180 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d181 | Standing on the crumbling verge | | | | | | | |
d182 | Steady and true in the upward way | | | | | | | |
d183 | Still undecided, though close to life's gate | | | | | | | |
d184 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d185 | Swing, little blossoms, the sunshine is falling | | | | | | | |
d186 | The agonies of Calvary could not his love dismay | | | | | | | |
d187 | The evening sun was sinking low | | | | | | | |
d188 | The fields are all white, but the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d189 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d190 | The Lord now stands on trial today | | | | | | | |
d191 | The Lord, our God, is King; Let earth rejoice | | | | | | | |
d192 | The love of Christ is so precious | | | | | | | |
d193 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d194 | The path that leads me to the throne | | | | | | | |
d195 | The promised power of long ago | | | | | | | |
d196 | The storm is awaking, The rocks are about thee | | | | | | | |
d197 | The veil between this earth and heaven | | | | | | | |
d198 | The village choir was singing | | | | | | | |
d199 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d200 | There is a Guide that never falters | | | | | | | |