# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Low in the grave he lay, Jesus, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d102 | Many careless souls today | | | | | | | |
d103 | More about Jesus would I know | | | | | | | |
d104 | Must I go, and empty handed | | | | | | | |
d105 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d106 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d107 | My mother's old Bible is pointing the way | | | | | | | |
d108 | My Savior, who died on the cross for my sin | | | | | | | |
d109 | My soul had wandered far in sin | | | | | | | |
d110 | My soul was tossed by waves of sin | | | | | | | |
d111 | My trusting soul has lost its care | | | | | | | |
d112 | My work on earth will all be done | | | | | | | |
d113 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d114 | Night with ebon pinion brooded o'er the vale | | | | | | | |
d115 | No mother's love, no father's care | | | | | | | |
d116 | No tolling bells in heaven fair | | | | | | | |
d117 | Not a sorrow will ever be known | | | | | | | |
d118 | O Christian soldiers, on the march | | | | | | | |
d119 | O come ye children of the King | | | | | | | |
d120 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d121 | O Father, God in whom we trust | | | | | | | |
d122 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d123 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d124 | O how precious is the thought | | | | | | | |
d125 | O soul, so far away from God | | | | | | | |
d126 | O the waves of the sea may sweep o'er me | | | | | | | |
d127 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d128 | O to have no Christ, no Savior | | | | | | | |
d129 | Oft my memory wanders back | | | | | | | |
d130 | Often when stars shining o'er us | | | | | | | |
d131 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d132 | Once I had a loving mother | | | | | | | |
d133 | Once upon the shifting tides of time | | | | | | | |
d134 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d135 | Our grand and glorious army moves along | | | | | | | |
d136 | Our Savior always goes ahead | | | | | | | |
d137 | Our thoughts go back to other days | | | | | | | |
d138 | Out in life's mid ocean's waters | | | | | | | |
d139 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d140 | Praise him, praise him, carol his wonderful story | | | | | | | |
d141 | Press on with the Lord | | | | | | | |
d142 | Resting today are our loved ones | | | | | | | |
d143 | Return to your Father, now accept his love | | | | | | | |
d144 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d145 | Sad is the heart of a wandering child | | | | | | | |
d146 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d147 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d148 | Scatter the message of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d149 | Seeking a city grand | | | | | | | |
d150 | Shall we meet beyond the river, on that bright | | | | | | | |
d151 | She's a little old fashioned | | | | | | | |
d152 | Since I gave to Jesus my poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
d153 | Sing of the Leader from glory | | | | | | | |
d154 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d155 | Singing the grand old story | | | | | | | |
d156 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d157 | Some day when evening shadows blend | | | | | | | |
d158 | Some glorious day, some happy day | | | | | | | |
d159 | Some golden dawn, when shadows flee | | | | | | | |
d160 | Sometimes the pathway is lonely and drear | | | | | | | |
d161 | Soon the trials of life will be o'er | | | | | | | |
d162 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d163 | Take Jesus, your Savior, to be your Guide | | | | | | | |
d164 | Take Jesus, your Savior, to be your Guide | | | | | | | |
d165 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d166 | Tell me once again the story | | | | | | | |
d167 | Tempted and tried, encumbered with care | | | | | | | |
d168 | The earth shall pass away someday | | | | | | | |
d169 | The fields are all white, but the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d170 | The Savior has left upon record for me | | | | | | | |
d171 | The Savior has prepared for me | | | | | | | |
d172 | The sweetest story that e'er was heard | | | | | | | |
d173 | There are many pitfalls in the homeward way | | | | | | | |
d174 | There are many sad hearts that have burdens | | | | | | | |
d175 | There are many souls today | | | | | | | |
d176 | There are sheep astray, far from home today | | | | | | | |
d177 | There came from the skies in the days long ago | | | | | | | |
d178 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d179 | There is one I know, so good and kind | | | | | | | |
d180 | There will be no darkened glass to look through | | | | | | | |
d181 | There will dawn a happy morning | | | | | | | |
d182 | There's a happy land and bright | | | | | | | |
d183 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
d184 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d185 | There's a mighty fight still raging | | | | | | | |
d186 | There's a place of rest in the world on high | | | | | | | |
d187 | There's a precious yield in the harvest field | | | | | | | |
d188 | There's a road which leads to life | | | | | | | |
d189 | There's a rose that blooms for me | | | | | | | |
d190 | There's One who left glory to die for my soul | | | | | | | |
d191 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d192 | This earthly house is not enduring | | | | | | | |
d193 | This is the prayer that I offer each day | | | | | | | |
d194 | This is the prayer that I offer each day | | | | | | | |
d195 | Though I once was lost in sin | | | | | | | |
d196 | Though I was once condemned to die | | | | | | | |
d197 | Though our Lord has gone to realms above | | | | | | | |
d198 | Through the shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
d199 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d200 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |