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d101 | Near the cross of Jesus, Ever let me be | | | | | | | |
d102 | No more wild tempests disturb me | | | | | | | |
d103 | O Christian, do not hide your light | | | | | | | |
d104 | O come, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant | | | | | | | |
d105 | O come trembling sinner | | | | | | | |
d106 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d107 | O Father, hear my anxious prayer | | | | | | | |
d108 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d109 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d110 | O how many in darkness have gone astray | | | | | | | |
d111 | O land of everlasting light | | | | | | | |
d112 | O my home is over yonder | | | | | | | |
d113 | O Savior, precious Savior, whom yet unseen we love | | | | | | | |
d114 | O say, brother, how're you living, is your lamp | | | | | | | |
d115 | O sinless land, thy parts we seek | | | | | | | |
d116 | O the Savior's gone to prepare a home | | | | | | | |
d117 | O there is a time when the message will come | | | | | | | |
d118 | O what peace I find in the promise | | | | | | | |
d119 | O wondrous love to bleed and die | | | | | | | |
d120 | O yes, O yes, there's joy and peace | | | | | | | |
d121 | O you Christians on life's journey | | | | | | | |
d122 | Oft I have heard my Savior say | | | | | | | |
d123 | On the rugged cross of Calvary, where the son | | | | | | | |
d124 | Our mother she has gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d125 | Our Savior once wandered on earth as a man | | | | | | | |
d126 | Out of the depths of sin and grief | | | | | | | |
d127 | Over in the land of joy | | | | | | | |
d128 | Over the tide of that [the] jasper sea | | | | | | | |
d129 | Put on the whole armor and dread not the storm | | | | | | | |
d130 | Put on thy strength O man of God, prepare | | | | | | | |
d131 | Reaper, go forth the harvest fields are white | | | | | | | |
d132 | Remember me, O God of truth, whom heaven | | | | | | | |
d133 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d134 | Savior, gentle shepherd, lead me day by day | | | | | | | |
d135 | See the yellow harvest ripening | | | | | | | |
d136 | She had heard about the heathen | | | | | | | |
d137 | Since I can sing redemption's song | | | | | | | |
d138 | Sinner, listen, hear the call | | | | | | | |
d139 | Soon my journey will be over | | | | | | | |
d140 | Soul, why be contented, out of Christ to stay | | | | | | | |
d141 | Sowing and reaping for Jesus our King | | | | | | | |
d142 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d143 | Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat | | | | | | | |
d144 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d145 | Star of the eve, with twinkling light | | | | | | | |
d146 | Still I am singing, Jesus of thee, blessed Redeemer, precious to me | | | | | | | |
d147 | Stop dear sinner, and think how Jesus died | | | | | | | |
d148 | Stop, sinner and list to the Savior | | | | | | | |
d149 | Sweet are the promises found in thy word | | | | | | | |
d150 | Sweet peace and gentle rest | | | | | | | |
d151 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d152 | The dead in Christ are only sleeping | | | | | | | |
d153 | The lifeboat is sailing, is sailing along | | | | | | | |
d154 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want, He leadeth me night and day | | | | | | | |
d155 | The Lord will protect you | | | | | | | |
d156 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d157 | The Savior gently calls for you | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Savior gently leads me by the hand | | | | | | | |
d159 | The song of salvation I ever will sing | | | | | | | |
d160 | The time is near when Jesus from heaven | | | | | | | |
d161 | There is a city built of God | | | | | | | |
d162 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d163 | There is a fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
d164 | There is a home, a beautiful mansion | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is a land though far away | | | | | | | |
d167 | There is a stream and its precious flow | | | | | | | |
d168 | There's a beautiful, beautiful land so fair | | | | | | | |
d169 | There's a beautiful home far over the sea | | | | | | | |
d170 | There's a beautiful tower light | | | | | | | |
d171 | There's a home prepared for all | | | | | | | |
d172 | There's a sweet old story, beautiful and true | | | | | | | |
d173 | There's a tree of life that's blooming | | | | | | | |
d174 | They're gone to join the throng | | | | | | | |
d175 | Thou art gone, our precious darling | | | | | | | |
d176 | Thou art my refuge and my song | | | | | | | |
d177 | Though my life has known ony doubt and sin | | | | | | | |
d178 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d179 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d180 | Too late, 'twill be for you to cry | | | | | | | |
d181 | Trusting in Jesus, O wonderful theme | | | | | | | |
d182 | 'Twas when I was lost he came to my rescue | | | | | | | |
d183 | Under the banner that's crimson with blood | | | | | | | |
d184 | View the Savior on the cross | | | | | | | |
d185 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d186 | We are marching home to glory, marching in the | | | | | | | |
d187 | We are marching homeward to that land | | | | | | | |
d188 | We are told that the righteous shall pass over Jordan | | | | | | | |
d189 | We know there's a bright and a glorious land | | | | | | | |
d190 | We read of the city where pure waters gleam | | | | | | | |
d191 | We're a pilgrim band, and for glory bound | | | | | | | |
d192 | We're marching home to Canaan's land | | | | | | | |
d193 | We're marching to those mansions bright | | | | | | | |
d194 | Whatsoever you sow, that you also reap | | | | | | | |
d195 | When I am by his side | | | | | | | |
d196 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d197 | When Jesus calls us home | | | | | | | |
d198 | When Jesus was slain, on Calvary's height | | | | | | | |
d199 | When the Master shall call us from labor to rest | | | | | | | |
d200 | When to judgment we shall all be brought | | | | | | | |