# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Now I feel the sacred fire | | | | | | | |
d102 | O blessed fellowship divine | | | | | | | |
d103 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d104 | O give eternal glory to the Man of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d105 | O hear the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
d106 | O how my heart did yearn for victory | | | | | | | |
d107 | O I am my Beloved's | | | | | | | |
d108 | O I am so happy in Jesus, His blood has redeemed | | | | | | | |
d109 | O listen to our wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d110 | O love, that sought me when in sin | | | | | | | |
d111 | O my brother, do you know the Savior Who is wondrous kind and true | | | | | | | |
d112 | O my Savior, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d113 | O soul of man, like the troubled sea | | | | | | | |
d114 | O the name of the Lord is a very strong tower | | | | | | | |
d115 | O the peace that fills my soul | | | | | | | |
d116 | O wanderer afar on the mountains of sin | | | | | | | |
d117 | O what is the song that the blood washed sing 'tis the song of the blood | | | | | | | |
d118 | O what meaneth this babble and commotion | | | | | | | |
d119 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d120 | On a mountain in Judea | | | | | | | |
d121 | Once I saw deliverance a long way off | | | | | | | |
d122 | Once in Palestine journeyed a stranger | | | | | | | |
d123 | Onward, Christian, do not falter | | | | | | | |
d124 | Out of the distance and darkness so deep | | | | | | | |
d125 | Precious, precious blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d126 | Pull on pull on the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d127 | Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it | | | | | | | |
d128 | Rejoice, the Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d129 | Repeat the story o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d130 | She owed so much, with naught to pay | | | | | | | |
d131 | Since the face of Christ I see | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sitting at the feet of Jesus, O what words | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
d134 | The birth of the Savior anointed | | | | | | | |
d135 | The cross that he gave may be heavy | | | | | | | |
d136 | The end is at hand, the end of men | | | | | | | |
d137 | The gospel of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d138 | The Lord gave ear unto thy cry | | | | | | | |
d139 | The Philistines are spread in the valley | | | | | | | |
d140 | The Savior says, I am the door | | | | | | | |
d141 | The Spirit is calling is calling the latter rain's falling | | | | | | | |
d142 | The voice of the Savior is calling calling | | | | | | | |
d143 | There are peace and rest and glory in my soul | | | | | | | |
d144 | There are people all around us | | | | | | | |
d145 | There came to this world in the days long ago | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d148 | There is life for [in] a look at the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
d149 | There is no dark valley since Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d150 | There is no more condemnation | | | | | | | |
d151 | There stands a rock on shores of time | | | | | | | |
d152 | There's a fountain flowing for the healing of the soul | | | | | | | |
d153 | There's a secret God had hidden | | | | | | | |
d154 | There's no one so precious as Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
d155 | There's One amid all changes who stands fast | | | | | | | |
d156 | This is my story, the lowly Nazarene | | | | | | | |
d157 | This is my wonderful story | | | | | | | |
d158 | Though he was holy, he died on the tree | | | | | | | |
d159 | Tidings of grace with joy we are proclaiming | | | | | | | |
d160 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d161 | To the front, to the front of the care | | | | | | | |
d162 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d163 | Under the law with its terrible lash | | | | | | | |
d164 | Vessels frail and earthen | | | | | | | |
d165 | Wake sinner, wake, there's no time for sleep | | | | | | | |
d166 | We may have the power which they had at Pentecost | | | | | | | |
d167 | We shall meet our bridegroom yonder | | | | | | | |
d168 | What a free and happy band | | | | | | | |
d169 | What a wonderful, wonderful Savior | | | | | | | |
d170 | What though the curtains of the night be drawn | | | | | | | |
d171 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d172 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d173 | When powers of sin assail | | | | | | | |
d174 | When sorrow and storms are besetting my track | | | | | | | |
d175 | When the shadows gather thickly | | | | | | | |
d176 | When your heart begins to waver | | | | | | | |
d177 | While reading from God's word of love | | | | | | | |
d178 | While standing on the brink of woe | | | | | | | |
d179 | While walking in the light of God | | | | | | | |
d180 | With prospects bright my raptured soul | | | | | | | |
d181 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb once slain | | | | | | | |