# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d102 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d103 | My life, my love I give to thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d105 | Nearer the cross my heart can say | | | | | | | |
d106 | Not I, but Christ, be honored, loved, exalted | | | | | | | |
d107 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d108 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
d109 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d110 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d111 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d112 | O good old way, how sweet [blest] thou art | | | | | | | |
d113 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d114 | O how I love Jesus | | | | | | | |
d115 | O mourner in [of] Zion, how blessed art thou | | | | | | | |
d116 | O my brother, art thou drifting, Drifting toward a sea | | | | | | | |
d117 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d118 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d119 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d120 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
d121 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d122 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d123 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d124 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d125 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d126 | Refining fire, go through my heart | | | | | | | |
d127 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d128 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d129 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d130 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d131 | Rouse ye saints the world is dying | | | | | | | |
d132 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d133 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d134 | Savior, blessed Savior, listen while we sing | | | | | | | |
d135 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d136 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d137 | Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
d138 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d139 | Should the death angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
d140 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d141 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d142 | Since I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d143 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d145 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d147 | Sweetly sing the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d148 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d149 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d150 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d151 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d152 | The field is great, the grain is white | | | | | | | |
d153 | The gospel bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d154 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d155 | The heavens declare thy glory, God | | | | | | | |
d156 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want; He maketh me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d157 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Master is come and calleth for thee | | | | | | | |
d159 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d160 | The prize is o'er us, From on high | | | | | | | |
d161 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
d162 | The Savior is my all in all | | | | | | | |
d163 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d164 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d167 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d168 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d169 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d170 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d171 | This is the golden seed time | | | | | | | |
d172 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d173 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
d174 | 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace | | | | | | | |
d175 | 'Tis religion that can give in the light | | | | | | | |
d176 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d177 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d178 | 'Tis the good old time religion | | | | | | | |
d179 | To thee, my heart, eternal King | | | | | | | |
d180 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d181 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d182 | We are absent here from the Savior dear | | | | | | | |
d183 | We have come to worship Jesus | | | | | | | |
d184 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d185 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d186 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d187 | We'll sing the wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d188 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d189 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d190 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d191 | When I hear the grand old story, often told | | | | | | | |
d192 | When I shall reach the more excellent glory | | | | | | | |
d193 | When I walk in God's clear sunlight | | | | | | | |
d194 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d195 | When my Savior I shall see | | | | | | | |
d196 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
d197 | When you start for the land of heavenly rest | | | | | | | |
d198 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d199 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d200 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |