# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A call for loyal soldiers comes to one and all | | | | | | | |
d2 | A friend have I who standeth near | | | | | | | |
d3 | Abide with me; I need Thee every day | | | | | | | |
d4 | Advance, O Junior Army! The bugle call is near | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d6 | All hail to thee, Immanuel, we cast our crowns before | | | | | | | |
d7 | All praise to him who reigns above In majesty supreme | | | | | | | |
d8 | All things are ready, come to the feast | | | | | | | |
d9 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
d10 | Although you cannot always tell | | | | | | | |
d11 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d12 | Are you walking the path that is leading | | | | | | | |
d13 | As I cling to the hand of my Lord | | | | | | | |
d14 | Be not dismayed whate'er betide | | | | | | | |
d15 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d16 | Cast thy bread upon the waters Who have but scant supply | | | | | | | |
d17 | Child of the Master, wherever you are | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d19 | Crown him, crown him with glory the King of kings | | | | | | | |
d20 | Ere you left your room this morning | | | | | | | |
d21 | Failing in strength when opprest [oppressed] by my foes | | | | | | | |
d22 | Following Jesus, just where he leads me | | | | | | | |
d23 | From over hill and plain | | | | | | | |
d24 | Glory to God for the joy to meet | | | | | | | |
d25 | God is calling the prodigal | | | | | | | |
d26 | Gone from my heart the world and [with] all its charms | | | | | | | |
d27 | Have thy [thine] affections been nailed to the cross | | | | | | | |
d28 | Hear your country's call, freemen, one and all | | | | | | | |
d29 | High as the mountain though the billows roll | | | | | | | |
d30 | His gifts are greater than my dreams | | | | | | | |
d31 | Hold up the grand old Bible to the people | | | | | | | |
d32 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d33 | How sweet is the love of my Savior, 'Tis boundless | | | | | | | |
d34 | I am a stranger here, within a foreign land | | | | | | | |
d35 | I am standing now on the promises of God | | | | | | | |
d36 | I am thinking today of that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d37 | I cannot longer silent be | | | | | | | |
d38 | I have a friend, you ought to know him | | | | | | | |
d39 | I have heard of a land on a far away strand | | | | | | | |
d40 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d41 | I may not know the reason why | | | | | | | |
d42 | I must needs go home by the way of the cross | | | | | | | |
d43 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d44 | I stand all amazed at the love | | | | | | | |
d45 | I think God gives the children | | | | | | | |
d46 | I want to be more like Jesus And follow him | | | | | | | |
d47 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d48 | In doubt and darkness long I wandered | | | | | | | |
d49 | In looking through my tears one day | | | | | | | |
d50 | In this world of sin and strife In this cold | | | | | | | |
d51 | Jesus is always at hand | | | | | | | |
d52 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jesus, thou the friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus wants me for a sunbeam | | | | | | | |
d56 | Just when I need Him, Jesus is near | | | | | | | |
d57 | Lay hold on the hope set before you | | | | | | | |
d58 | Let your light shine wheresoe'er you go | | | | | | | |
d59 | Like a chime of silver bells | | | | | | | |
d60 | Like an army we are moving Steadily and at command | | | | | | | |
d61 | Like the firmament for brightness | | | | | | | |
d62 | Little evangels for thee, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d63 | Look all around you find someone in need | | | | | | | |
d64 | Look the harvest field is teeming | | | | | | | |
d65 | Low in a manger, dear little stranger | | | | | | | |
d66 | Merry bells are ringing through the earth again | | | | | | | |
d67 | More like the Master I would ever be | | | | | | | |
d68 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d69 | My path may be dreary [lonely] | | | | | | | |
d70 | My soul is so happy in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d71 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d72 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d73 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d74 | O do some good deed every day | | | | | | | |
d75 | O for a heart of devotion | | | | | | | |
d76 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d77 | O sweet is the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d78 | O theme with love and mercy fraught | | | | | | | |
d79 | O what a change from the darkness of night | | | | | | | |
d80 | O what must it be to be lost | | | | | | | |
d81 | O why have you wandered so far from the right way | | | | | | | |
d82 | O why will you go away tonight, unsaved and rejecting the lord | | | | | | | |
d83 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d84 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d85 | Onward, the foe to meet | | | | | | | |
d86 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d87 | Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin | | | | | | | |
d88 | Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating | | | | | | | |
d89 | Servant of God, awake unto thy duty | | | | | | | |
d90 | So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my [and] King | | | | | | | |
d91 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d92 | Some sweet day I shall enter a place | | | | | | | |
d93 | Somebody did a golden deed, proving himself | | | | | | | |
d94 | Somewhere the sun is shining | | | | | | | |
d95 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d96 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d97 | Stepping lightly, singing brightly | | | | | | | |
d98 | Sweet are the promises, Kind is the word | | | | | | | |
d99 | The fields are white to harvest but the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d100 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |