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3 | When upon the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
4 | Fully armed with sword in hand | | | | | | | |
5 | Jesus calls, he bids me come | | | | | | | |
6 | Jesus, Savior of my soul, May I ever Thee adore | | | | | | | |
7 | In the Lamb's book of life that is kept in heaven | | | | | | | |
8 | Send a shout along the line | | | | | | | |
9 | Clinging to Jesus Fondly am I | | | | | | | |
10 | I'm kneeling at the threshold | | | | | | | |
11 | Sav'd by grace, oh, blessed tidings | | | | | | | |
12 | Let us work with our might, let us do what we may | | | | | | | |
14 | When the tempest rages high | | | | | | | |
15 | Sweet Sabbath eve, My thoughts I'll weave | | | | | | | |
16 | I love Thee more and more | | | | | | | |
17 | Jesus, I have room for thee | | | | | | | |
18 | We're a band of little workers | | | | | | | |
19 | In peace I lay me down and sleep | | | | | | | |
20 | Around the throne of God in heav'n | | | | | | | |
21 | I lean on Thee, my Savior dear | | | | | | | |
22 | The Lord of life and glory knocks | | | | | | | |
23 | We are almost home, we are almost home | | | | | | | |
24 | There's a land far away, 'mid the stars we are told | | | | | | | |
25 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
26 | Work on with tireless zeal | | | | | | | |
27 | Unto Thee, O God, I call | | | | | | | |
28 | There are days of deepest sorrow | | | | | | | |
29 | Awake, my soul in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
30 | Hark! hear the Christmas bells! | | | | | | | |
31 | Waiting till I can offer | | | | | | | |
32 | Speak with kindness, loving, tender | | | | | | | |
33 | Like a Shepherd His flock He'll feed | | | | | | | |
34 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
35 | Oh, the wondrous love of God | | | | | | | |
36 | Jesus, my Savior, I pray Thee be merciful | | | | | | | |
37 | Always with you, wherefore fear? | | | | | | | |
38 | Tell the good news, the wondrous story! | | | | | | | |
39 | Sadly I wander'd in error's dark night | | | | | | | |
41 | On what are you building, my brother | | | | | | | |
42 | There's a jubilee in heaven | | | | | | | |
43 | Bright, bright water, Sparkling and free | | | | | | | |
44 | Oh if for me the cup you fill | | | | | | | |
45 | Touch it not, it biteth, stingeth | | | | | | | |
46 | Almost persuaded a Christian to be | | | | | | | |
47 | I am the way, the only way | | | | | | | |
48 | Close by the side of a loving Savior | | | | | | | |
49 | With weary, falt'ring feet | | | | | | | |
50 | Once I wandered away from the good Shepherd's fold | | | | | | | |
51 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
52 | Press on, press on, ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
53 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
54 | The Father is willing to save thee | | | | | | | |
55 | Guilty soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
56 | Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
57 | Come to Jesus, little one | | | | | | | |
58 | Remember the poor on the cold wint'ry day | | | | | | | |
59 | When thou art wearied and distress'd | | | | | | | |
60 | I am coming to the fountain | | | | | | | |
61 | Jesus, hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
62 | Jesus is merciful, Free to forgive | | | | | | | |
63 | I'll not give up the Bible | | | | | | | |
64a | We are pressing toward the mark | | | | | | | |
64b | We will meet, all meet | | | | | | | |
66 | In the cross of Christ I glory | | | | | | | |
67 | We are coming, we are coming | | | | | | | |
68 | Look to the precious Jesus | | | | | | | |
69 | I want to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
70 | O'er the hill the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
71 | Soon we shall leave this world of sin | | | | | | | |
72 | Thoughtless sinner, while you stay | | | | | | | |
73 | Jesus, on thy love relying | | | | | | | |
74 | Nearer the Savior, nearer, nearer God | | | | | | | |
75 | When by affliction sorely tried | | | | | | | |
76 | Is there anyone here whose heart is touch'd | | | | | | | |
78 | Cheer up, Christian! why that sadness? | | | | | | | |
79 | Savior, I am asking, asking | | | | | | | |
80 | Whatsoever is convenient | | | | | | | |
81 | We shall be like Him, O beautiful tho't! | | | | | | | |
82 | Seeking to save the fallen | | | | | | | |
83 | Lord, I bring my life to Thee | | | | | | | |
84 | We saw Thee not, when Thou didst come | | | | | | | |
85 | Bright rays of Autumn quiver | | | | | | | |
86 | Jesus, Thou art divine | | | | | | | |
87 | Of all the names in earth or heav'n | | | | | | | |
88 | Under the shadow of Thy wing abiding | | | | | | | |
89 | I will come to Jesus In my early youth | | | | | | | |
90 | If we knew, when walking thoughtless | | | | | | | |
91 | I hear the "old, old story" | | | | | | | |
92 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
93 | Ever faithful, ever true | | | | | | | |
94 | We know not yet what we shall be | | | | | | | |
95 | Work when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
96 | Oppress'd with noonday's scorching heat | | | | | | | |
97 | When the last farewell is spoken | | | | | | | |
98 | Golden curls are laid to rest | | | | | | | |
99 | The nations to Jesus shall bow | | | | | | | |
100 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
101 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
102 | The Savior has triumphed o'er death and sin | | | | | | | |
103 | Beautiful Zion built above | | | | | | | |
104 | In the joyous hours of youth | | | | | | | |
105 | Teachers, while the harvest lasts | | | | | | | |