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d201 | Sinner [sinners], we are sent to bid you | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sinners hastening down to ruin | | | | | | | |
d203 | Sinners, whither will you wander | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sinners, with trembling heart I view | | | | | | | |
d205 | Soldiers brave, lift up your voices | | | | | | | |
d206 | Soldiers fighting round the cross | | | | | | | |
d207 | Soldiers, march to the field | | | | | | | |
d208 | Soldiers of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d209 | Some folks they say we're going wrong | | | | | | | |
d210 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d211 | Teach me to be meek and gentle | | | | | | | |
d212 | Terrible thought, shall I alone | | | | | | | |
d213 | The army of the living God | | | | | | | |
d214 | The Army's on the march | | | | | | | |
d215 | The blast of the trumpet, so loud and so shrill | | | | | | | |
d216 | The conflict is over, the tempest is past | | | | | | | |
d217 | The devil and me, we can't agree | | | | | | | |
d218 | The gospel news is sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d219 | The judgment day is coming, O that great day | | | | | | | |
d220 | The line to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d221 | The pearly gates are open, And you may enter in | | | | | | | |
d222 | The precious blood has washed me white | | | | | | | |
d223 | The precious blood of Jesus, the precious blood | | | | | | | |
d224 | The salvation army is marching along | | | | | | | |
d225 | The Savior's blood, a crimson flood | | | | | | | |
d226 | The soldiers of the Lord are a happy band | | | | | | | |
d227 | The voice of wisdom cries [hear] be in time | | | | | | | |
d228 | There are angels coming around | | | | | | | |
d229 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d230 | There is a home of glorious beauty | | | | | | | |
d231 | Thine forever, Jesus | | | | | | | |
d232 | This is the glorious gospel word | | | | | | | |
d233 | Thou bleeding Lamb, whose lovely form | | | | | | | |
d234 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d235 | Though many a battle we've been in | | | | | | | |
d236 | Though my sins are all forgiven | | | | | | | |
d237 | Though often here we're weary, There is sweet rest above | | | | | | | |
d238 | Thy Savior stands waiting and knocks at the door | | | | | | | |
d239 | Time is earnest, passing by | | | | | | | |
d240 | Tired and weary with many yearning | | | | | | | |
d241 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d242 | To leave the world below march upward with our band | | | | | | | |
d243 | To the dear fountain of thy blood | | | | | | | |
d244 | We are a band of true Salvation Soldiers | | | | | | | |
d245 | We are in the Army, fighting for the King | | | | | | | |
d246 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d247 | We are Salvation Soldiers of every class and grade | | | | | | | |
d248 | We are soldiers in the army | | | | | | | |
d249 | We are sweeping through the land | | | | | | | |
d250 | We are the Lord's own army | | | | | | | |
d251 | We mean this world for God | | | | | | | |
d252 | We shall see the Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d253 | Weary sinner, friendless stranger | | | | | | | |
d254 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d255 | Welcome, welcome, sinner, here | | | | | | | |
d256 | We'll be heroes, we'll be heroes | | | | | | | |
d257 | We'll wear a crown in glory | | | | | | | |
d258 | We're marching on to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d259 | We've a band that shall conquer the foe | | | | | | | |
d260 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d261 | What is our calling's glorious hope | | | | | | | |
d262 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d263 | When Jesus washed my sins away | | | | | | | |
d264 | When on earth our journey's ended | | | | | | | |
d265 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
d266 | When this earthly life is over | | | | | | | |
d267 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d268 | When we go up the golden street | | | | | | | |
d269 | When you come to death's cold flood | | | | | | | |
d270 | Whene'er we meet, you [we] always say | | | | | | | |
d271 | Where is your soul, poor sinner now | | | | | | | |
d272 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d273 | While still you see the precious light | | | | | | | |
d274 | Whiter than snow, dark sins are washed away | | | | | | | |
d275 | Who came from heaven to rescue me | | | | | | | |
d276 | Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, who'll be the next | | | | | | | |
d277 | Who'll fight for the Lord everywhere | | | | | | | |
d278 | With quickening pace the soldiers march | | | | | | | |
d279 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d280 | Wrestling now, my Lord, with thee | | | | | | | |
d281 | Ye ransomed sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d282 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d283 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d284 | You'd better come to Jesus | | | | | | | |