# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
d2 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d4 | All the darkness of the night | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, awake, and sing the blessed story | | | | | | | |
d6 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d7 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
d8 | Crown him with many crowns [thorns] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d10 | Dear Lord and Father [Master] of mankind [us all], Forgive our foolish ways | | | | | | | |
d11 | Dear Lord, take up the [my] tangled strands | | | | | | | |
d12 | Earthly friends may prove untrue | | | | | | | |
d13 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | | | |
d14 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d15 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d16 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
d17 | God's tomorrow is a day of gladness | | | | | | | |
d18 | Holy Ghost, with light [love] [power] divine | | | | | | | |
d19 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d20 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d21 | I am happy in the service of the King | | | | | | | |
d22 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d23 | I need Jesus, my need I now confess | | | | | | | |
d24 | I stand amazed in the presence | | | | | | | |
d25 | I would be true, for there are those | | | | | | | |
d26 | If I have wounded any [a] soul today | | | | | | | |
d27 | In Christ there is no east or [nor] west | | | | | | | |
d28 | In loving kindness Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d29 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jesus calls me, I must follow | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d34 | Just as I am, thine own to be | | | | | | | |
d35 | Lead on, O King Eternal, The day of march has come | | | | | | | |
d36 | Like the fragrance of flowers | | | | | | | |
d37 | Living for Jesus a life that is true | | | | | | | |
d38 | Man of sorrow [sorrows], what a name | | | | | | | |
d39 | More like the Master I would ever be | | | | | | | |
d40 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d41 | My Master was a worker | | | | | | | |
d42 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d43 | Now in the days of youth | | | | | | | |
d44 | O beautiful for spacious skies | | | | | | | |
d45 | O gracious God, whose constant care | | | | | | | |
d46 | O Jesu [Jesus], thou art standing | | | | | | | |
d47 | O Jesus, I have promised | | | | | | | |
d48 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d49 | O Master, let me walk with thee [you] | | | | | | | |
d50 | O Master workman of the [our] race | | | | | | | |
d51 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d52 | Open my [mine] eyes that I may see Glimpses of truth | | | | | | | |
d53 | Sing the clouds away | | | | | | | |
d54 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d55 | Sometimes our skies are cloudy | | | | | | | |
d56 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d57 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d58 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d59 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d60 | There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God | | | | | | | |
d61 | There's a Savior who stands at the door of your heart | | | | | | | |
d62 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |
d63 | Though far you may wander away from the fold | | | | | | | |
d64 | To knights in the days of old, keeping vigil | | | | | | | |
d65 | Trusting the Lord with all my heart | | | | | | | |
d66 | Upon a [the] wide and stormy sea, Thou art [Thou'rt] sailing | | | | | | | |
d67 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d68 | We've a story to tell to the nations | | | | | | | |
d69 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d70 | When I, a poor, lost sinner, Before the Lord | | | | | | | |
d71 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d72 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |