# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O the joy of full salvation | | | | | | | |
d102 | O the unsearchable riches of Christ | | | | | | | |
d103 | O to be robed and ready | | | | | | | |
d104 | O ye children of God, ye redeemed through the blood | | | | | | | |
d105 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d106 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d107 | On the solid rock I am building | | | | | | | |
d108 | Over the tide by faith | | | | | | | |
d109 | Precious forever, O wonderful words | | | | | | | |
d110 | Precious, precious blood of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d111 | Precious Savior thou hast saved me | | | | | | | |
d112 | Repeat the sweet story of Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath | | | | | | | |
d114 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d115 | See, the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
d116 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d117 | Since I lost my sins, and I found my Savior | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sing again of the wondrous | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sinner, the Master is seeking | | | | | | | |
d120 | Some go away from the [this] house tonight | | | | | | | |
d121 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d122 | Soul, do you long for pardon | | | | | | | |
d123 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d124 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d125 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d126 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d127 | The voice divine is calling | | | | | | | |
d128 | There are days of toil in the sowing time | | | | | | | |
d129 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a voice of the tenderest love | | | | | | | |
d132 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d133 | There's a heavenly garden | | | | | | | |
d134 | There's a hill lone and gray, In a land far away | | | | | | | |
d135 | There's a land where 'tis morning | | | | | | | |
d136 | There's the seed of truth | | | | | | | |
d137 | They go to preach the blessed word | | | | | | | |
d138 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d139 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d140 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d141 | Though the shadows gather o'er my pathway here | | | | | | | |
d142 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d143 | To thy barred and bolted door | | | | | | | |
d144 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d145 | Walking daily with the Master | | | | | | | |
d146 | We have a Rock a safe retreat | | | | | | | |
d147 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d148 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d149 | We are marching to a land above | | | | | | | |
d150 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d151 | What have I done, my soul, today | | | | | | | |
d152 | When I was far away from God | | | | | | | |
d153 | When the way is bright with sunshine | | | | | | | |
d154 | While fighting for my [the] Savior here | | | | | | | |
d155 | Who at my [the] [thy] door [who] is standing [knocking] | | | | | | | |
d156 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d157 | Who shall enter that city | | | | | | | |
d158 | Why longs my soul | | | | | | | |
d159 | Why stand ye here idle, with so much to do | | | | | | | |
d160 | Would you stand among the toilers | | | | | | | |
d161 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |