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1 | 'Tis a story oft repeated, but it never can grow old | | | | | | | |
2 | Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
3 | My soul, in sad exile, was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
4 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
5 | I am dwelling on the mountain | | | | | | | |
6 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
7 | Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it | | | | | | | |
8 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
9 | There are songs of joy that I loved to sing | | | | | | | |
10 | There's a crown in heaven for the striving soul | | | | | | | |
11 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
12 | We shall walk the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
13 | Lord, I care not for riches | | | | | | | |
14 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
15 | Oh, where are the reapers that garner in | | | | | | | |
16 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
17 | O, I left it all with Jesus long ago, long ago | | | | | | | |
18 | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
19 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
20 | Friends of yore have flown to heaven | | | | | | | |
21 | I have found repose for my weary soul | | | | | | | |
22 | O Jesus, Lord, thy dying love | | | | | | | |
23 | Saviour of the weak and weary | | | | | | | |
24 | Jesus, thine all-victorious love | | | | | | | |
25 | We have heard a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
26 | Oh, now I see the cleansing wave! | | | | | | | |
27 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
28 | I hope to meet you all in glory | | | | | | | |
29 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
30 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
31 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
32 | Ye seeking souls, fresh courage take | | | | | | | |
33 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
34 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
35 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power? | | | | | | | |
36 | Behold a stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
37 | When you come to Jordan's wave | | | | | | | |
38 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
39 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
40 | Dear Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
41 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
42 | Go and tell Jesus, O desolate heart | | | | | | | |
43 | I will sing you a song of a beautiful land | | | | | | | |
44 | Hear the footsteps of Jesus | | | | | | | |
45 | In this world of burden bearing | | | | | | | |
46 | All for Jesus! all for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
47 | Oh, blessed fellowship divine! | | | | | | | |
48 | How bright the hope that Calvary brings | | | | | | | |
49 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
50 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
51 | I was once far away from the Saviour | | | | | | | |
52 | Jesus, my Saviour, to Bethlehem came | | | | | | | |
53 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
54 | Keep looking unto Jesus as we march along | | | | | | | |
55 | I have laid my burden down where the crimson waters flow | | | | | | | |
56 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
57 | Oh, this uttermost salvation! | | | | | | | |
58 | Down at the cross where my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
59 | I praise the Lord that one like me | | | | | | | |
60 | I have found a friend in Jesus, he's everything to me | | | | | | | |
61 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
62 | Should the summons, quickly flying | | | | | | | |
63 | Though my sins were once like crimson red | | | | | | | |
64 | Tidings, happy tidings, Hark! hark! the sound | | | | | | | |
65 | Should the death-angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
66 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
67 | One more day its twilight brings | | | | | | | |
68 | Is there any one here that is willing to-day | | | | | | | |
69 | At the sounding of the trumpet, when the saints are gathered home | | | | | | | |
70 | Only a look, my Saviour | | | | | | | |
71 | I have found a friend divine | | | | | | | |
72 | There's a stranger at the door, let him in | | | | | | | |
73 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus | | | | | | | |
74 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |