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101 | Jesus, Saviour, pilot me | | | | | | | |
102 | I've found a friend in Jesus | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus, the very tho't of Thee | | | | | | | |
104 | Like wand'ring sheep o'er mountains cold | | | | | | | |
105 | Have faith in God; what can there be | | | | | | | |
106 | We shall reach the summer land | | | | | | | |
107 | My Jesus, as Thou wilt | | | | | | | |
108 | Oh, what will you do with Jesus? | | | | | | | |
109 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
110 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
111 | Oh cease, my wand'ring soul | | | | | | | |
112 | God loved a world of sinners | | | | | | | |
113 | Come to Jesus! come away! | | | | | | | |
114 | At the feast of Belshazzar and a thousand of His lords | | | | | | | |
115 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
116 | There's a royal banner given for display | | | | | | | |
117 | I was once far away from the Saviour | | | | | | | |
118 | There is a calm beyond life's fitful fever | | | | | | | |
119 | There is a stream, whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
120 | A guilty soul, by Pharisees of old | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus bids us shine with a clear, pure light | | | | | | | |
122 | Whoever receiveth the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
123 | Come, come to Jesus! | | | | | | | |
124 | Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair | | | | | | | |
125 | O Christian trav'ller, fear no more | | | | | | | |
126 | Have our hearts grown cold since the days of old? | | | | | | | |
127 | Cling to the Bible, tho' all else be taken | | | | | | | |
128 | Hark, hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
129 | Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
130 | We bow our knees unto the Father | | | | | | | |
131 | Come, praise the Lord, exalt His name | | | | | | | |
132 | Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face | | | | | | | |
133 | Christian, walk carefully, danger is near | | | | | | | |
134 | He holds the key of all unknown | | | | | | | |
135 | The cross it standeth fast | | | | | | | |
136 | You're starting my boy, on life's journey | | | | | | | |
137 | Choose I must, and soon must choose | | | | | | | |
138 | Some day we say, and turn our eyes | | | | | | | |
139 | Come to the Saviour, hear His loving voice | | | | | | | |
140 | O golden day, O day of God | | | | | | | |
141 | I will sing the wond'rous story | | | | | | | |
142 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
143 | Well, wife, I've found the model church | | | | | | | |
144 | The Spirit and the bride say "Come!" | | | | | | | |
145 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
146 | When the mists have rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
147 | Saviour, again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
148 | Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go | | | | | | | |
149 | Jesus knows thy sorrow | | | | | | | |
150 | Gather them in! for there yet is room | | | | | | | |
151 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
152 | Have you any room for Jesus | | | | | | | |
153 | "Almost persuaded," Now to believe | | | | | | | |
154 | There were ninety and nine that safely lay | | | | | | | |
155 | Revive Thy work, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
156 | I am thine, O Lord, I have heard Thy voice | | | | | | | |
157 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
158 | O safe to the Rock that is higher than I | | | | | | | |
159 | Oh, where are the reapers that garner in | | | | | | | |
160 | To the work! to the work! we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
161 | I will sing of my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
162 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
163 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
164 | Behold, what love, what boundless love | | | | | | | |
165 | Simply trusting ev'ry day | | | | | | | |
166 | Yield not to temptation | | | | | | | |
167 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
168 | I've found a Friend; oh, such a Friend! | | | | | | | |
169 | Pass me not, O gentle Saviour | | | | | | | |
170 | My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine | | | | | | | |
171 | Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed | | | | | | | |
172 | I hear the Saviour say | | | | | | | |
173 | I have a Saviour, He's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
174 | Soul of mine, in earthly temple | | | | | | | |
175 | Saviour! Thy dying love | | | | | | | |
176 | Rescue the perishing | | | | | | | |
177 | Saviour, more than life to me | | | | | | | |
178 | More holiness give me | | | | | | | |
179 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
180 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
181 | I need Thee ev'ry hour | | | | | | | |
182 | Jesus, keep me near the Cross | | | | | | | |
183 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
184 | I gave My life for thee | | | | | | | |
185 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
186 | Beyond the smiling and the weeping | | | | | | | |
187 | Oh, the clanging bells of Time! | | | | | | | |
188 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
189 | Christ is coming! let creation | | | | | | | |
190 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
191 | I am far frae my hame, an' I'm weary aftenwhiles | | | | | | | |
192 | I've reach'd the land of corn and wine | | | | | | | |
193 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
194 | Depth of mercy! can it be | | | | | | | |
195 | Our Lord is now rejected | | | | | | | |
196 | Oh, tender and sweet was the Master's voice | | | | | | | |
197 | More love to Thee, O Christ! | | | | | | | |
198 | Light after darkness | | | | | | | |
199 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
200 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |