# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | It was good for our fathers [mothers] [poor old Daniel] [the apostles] | | | | | | | |
d102 | It's a lovely pleasant world that we're living in | | | | | | | |
d103 | Jerusalem, my happy home, Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d104 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d105 | Jesus bids you come | | | | | | | |
d106 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d107 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d108 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d109 | Jesus, thy precious blood alone | | | | | | | |
d110 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d111 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d112 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d113 | Many are the homes that are dark tonight | | | | | | | |
d114 | Methinks I feel the balmy air | | | | | | | |
d115 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d116 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d117 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d118 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d119 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
d120 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d121 | My Savior will soon call me home | | | | | | | |
d122 | My telegram's gone to heaven today | | | | | | | |
d123 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d124 | Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee, 'Tis by the cross | | | | | | | |
d125 | No, not despairingly come I to thee | | | | | | | |
d126 | Now I feel the sacred fire | | | | | | | |
d127 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d128 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d129 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d130 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d131 | O love surpassing knowledge | | | | | | | |
d132 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d133 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d134 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d135 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d136 | On Calvary there stood a cross | | | | | | | |
d137 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d138 | On the way from Jerusalem, Down the Jericho road | | | | | | | |
d139 | One there is above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d140 | Oppressed with noonday's scorching heat | | | | | | | |
d141 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d142 | Over Jordan we shall meet | | | | | | | |
d143 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d144 | Poor and helpless, Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
d145 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d146 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d147 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d148 | Resist not the Spirit | | | | | | | |
d149 | Roll on the gospel chariot | | | | | | | |
d150 | Said a voice behold | | | | | | | |
d151 | Savior, I am waiting at the cross | | | | | | | |
d152 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d153 | Seeking the lost, yes, kindly entreating | | | | | | | |
d154 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d155 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive, let a repenting | | | | | | | |
d156 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d157 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d158 | Some have fathers gone to glory | | | | | | | |
d159 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d160 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d161 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d162 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d163 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d164 | Teach us to pray, O Father, we look up to thee | | | | | | | |
d165 | Tell me all about Jesus | | | | | | | |
d166 | Tell me, brothers, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d167 | Tenderly lay her to rest | | | | | | | |
d168 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d169 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
d170 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d171 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d172 | The great Physician on Jericho's road | | | | | | | |
d173 | The holy morning wakes the day | | | | | | | |
d174 | The Savior invites you poor wanderer | | | | | | | |
d175 | The Spirit and the bride say come | | | | | | | |
d176 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d177 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d178 | There is a Rock in a weary land | | | | | | | |
d179 | There shall be showers of blessing, falling | | | | | | | |
d180 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d181 | There's a home in heaven for me by and by | | | | | | | |
d182 | There's a wail from the islands of the sea | | | | | | | |
d183 | 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace | | | | | | | |
d184 | Together let us travel on | | | | | | | |
d185 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d186 | We are dwelling now in Canaan | | | | | | | |
d187 | We are hoping on for the golden dawn | | | | | | | |
d188 | We are little travelers, marching home to God | | | | | | | |
d189 | We are traveling to a better land | | | | | | | |
d190 | We journey to the home above | | | | | | | |
d191 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d192 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d193 | Weeping may last for a night | | | | | | | |
d194 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d195 | We'll battle for the right | | | | | | | |
d196 | We've met today in the name of our Lord | | | | | | | |
d197 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d198 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d199 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d200 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |