# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O, come to the Savior today, 'Tis folly | | | | | | | |
d102 | O day of days the best | | | | | | | |
d103 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d104 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d105 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d106 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d107 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d108 | O I often sit and wonder | | | | | | | |
d109 | O Jesus, Lord, thy dying love | | | | | | | |
d110 | O Jesus, Savior, I long to rest | | | | | | | |
d111 | O Jesus, the crucified, now I am free | | | | | | | |
d112 | O land of beauty, thy fair fields | | | | | | | |
d113 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d114 | O prodigal, don't stay away, The Father is waiting today | | | | | | | |
d115 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d116 | O tell me he loves me | | | | | | | |
d117 | O the peace of God, how it thrills my soul | | | | | | | |
d118 | O the peace that fills my soul | | | | | | | |
d119 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d120 | O troubled heart, there is a home | | | | | | | |
d121 | O weary pilgrim, lift your head | | | | | | | |
d122 | O weary wanderer, dark night comes on | | | | | | | |
d123 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d124 | Once a prophet in a vision of the ages yet to be | | | | | | | |
d125 | One thought sublimely sweet | | | | | | | |
d126 | Only a word for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d127 | Out on the desert, looking, looking | | | | | | | |
d128 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d129 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d130 | Riches of earth I may not see | | | | | | | |
d131 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d132 | Saved by the blood now my heart can rejoice | | | | | | | |
d133 | Savior, at the cross I'm waiting | | | | | | | |
d134 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d135 | Set wholly apart for the use of the Master | | | | | | | |
d136 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d137 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d138 | So tender, so precious, my Savior to me | | | | | | | |
d139 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d140 | Soon the evening shadows falling | | | | | | | |
d141 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d142 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d143 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sweetly the Savior's voice is ever calling | | | | | | | |
d145 | Take my heart, dear Jesus | | | | | | | |
d146 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d147 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d148 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d149 | The door of salvation is open wide | | | | | | | |
d150 | The evening shades are falling | | | | | | | |
d151 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d152 | The holiest place stands open wide | | | | | | | |
d153 | The judgment day is coming, coming, coming | | | | | | | |
d154 | The Lord from heaven will come descending | | | | | | | |
d155 | The Savior is calling you sinner | | | | | | | |
d156 | The Savior to you, who his follower would be | | | | | | | |
d157 | The way is dark the way is long | | | | | | | |
d158 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d159 | There is a fountain of life | | | | | | | |
d160 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d161 | There's a fullness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d162 | There's a gentle voice within calls away | | | | | | | |
d163 | There's a voice of tender love | | | | | | | |
d164 | Thou knowest, Lord, I would love thee | | | | | | | |
d165 | Tidings, happy tidings | | | | | | | |
d166 | 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace | | | | | | | |
d167 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d168 | Wanderer from Jesus, weary, sad and lone | | | | | | | |
d169 | We are resting in peace | | | | | | | |
d170 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d171 | We sometimes speak of a sad, still hour | | | | | | | |
d172 | We will hope, we will trust in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d173 | We will pray for one another | | | | | | | |
d174 | Weary souls that wander wide | | | | | | | |
d175 | Weary with walking alone | | | | | | | |
d176 | Welcome him back to the earth once more | | | | | | | |
d177 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d178 | When gloomy clouds beset the sky | | | | | | | |
d179 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d180 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d181 | When I walked with my Lord in the sunshine | | | | | | | |
d182 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d183 | Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, who'll be the next | | | | | | | |
d184 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
d185 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |