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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d4 | Begone, vain world, thou hast no charms for me | | | | | | | |
d5 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d6 | Can you tell me what army is going to win | | | | | | | |
d7 | Cheer boys cheer, our God has found a ransom | | | | | | | |
d8 | Christ now sits on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christian, rouse thee, war is raging | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, all who live round here | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, join our army, to battle we [we'll] go | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come now, gracious Father, come now and reveal | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come sinners to Jesus no longer delay | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come sinners, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come to Jesus now; Only seek him | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come to the Savior, come to the Savior | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come, ye careless sinners, come | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d19 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d20 | Don't you think I'd make a salvation soldier | | | | | | | |
d21 | Give me the faith which [that] can remove | | | | | | | |
d22 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hark, the gospel news is sounding | | | | | | | |
d24 | Ho, my comrades, see the millions | | | | | | | |
d25 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d26 | I am a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d27 | I hear the voice of Jesus, he sets the sinner | | | | | | | |
d28 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d29 | I mean to live to save poor sinners | | | | | | | |
d30 | I never shall forget the day when Jesus washed | | | | | | | |
d31 | I will not be discouraged | | | | | | | |
d32 | I'll have a full salvation | | | | | | | |
d33 | I'm a happy soldier on my way to heaven | | | | | | | |
d34 | I'm a Salvation soldier | | | | | | | |
d35 | I'm a soldier bound for glory, I'm a soldier marching on | | | | | | | |
d36 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d37 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d38 | Is there anybody here like weeping Mary | | | | | | | |
d39 | I've left the land of death and sin | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jesus Christ gives the command | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, Master, O, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, my King, high over all | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, precious Savior, thou hast saved my soul | | | | | | | |
d45 | Jesus, Savior, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d46 | Jesus still lead on | | | | | | | |
d47 | Jesus, thou all redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
d48 | Jesus, thy precious blood alone | | | | | | | |
d49 | Just as I was to Christ I came | | | | | | | |
d50 | Living in the fountain | | | | | | | |
d51 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
d52 | Lord Jesus, my heart has been hard and unclean | | | | | | | |
d53 | Lord Jesus on Calvary, And he died | | | | | | | |
d54 | My comrades dear, who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d55 | My comrades, shout aloud | | | | | | | |
d56 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d57 | My God I am thine, what a comfort [pleasure] divine | | | | | | | |
d58 | My heart is fixed, eternal [immortal] God | | | | | | | |
d59 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d60 | My Lord, thy voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d61 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d62 | My Savior suffered on the tree | | | | | | | |
d63 | My soul is now united to Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
d64 | None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good | | | | | | | |
d65 | Now, I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d66 | Now, I will rejoice in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d67 | O come, right away, ye sinners are invited | | | | | | | |
d68 | O comrades, be faithful, faithful, faithful | | | | | | | |
d69 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d70 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d71 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d72 | O good old way, how sweet [blest] thou art | | | | | | | |
d73 | O I'm glad I've got salvation | | | | | | | |
d74 | O joyful sound of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
d75 | O millions now in hell are crying | | | | | | | |
d76 | O remember Calvary, and take my sins away | | | | | | | |
d77 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d78 | O we are going to wear a crown | | | | | | | |
d79 | O who'll stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d80 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d81 | Our religion now does give | | | | | | | |
d82 | Out of the dungeon, soldier | | | | | | | |
d83 | Praise God for what he's done for me | | | | | | | |
d84 | Rejoice, ye saints, the time draws near | | | | | | | |
d85 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
d86 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d87 | Rise, shine, give God the glory | | | | | | | |
d88 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d89 | Shall we ever all meet again | | | | | | | |
d90 | Shall we rally round the banner | | | | | | | |
d91 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d92 | Sinner [sinners], we are sent to bid you | | | | | | | |
d93 | Sinners hastening down to ruin | | | | | | | |
d94 | Sinners, whither will you wander | | | | | | | |
d95 | Sinners, with trembling heart I view | | | | | | | |
d96 | Soldiers brave, lift up your voices | | | | | | | |
d97 | Soldiers fighting round the cross | | | | | | | |
d98 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d99 | Terrible thought, shall I alone | | | | | | | |
d100 | The blast of the trumpet, so loud and so shrill | | | | | | | |