# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A beacon bright the Christian stands | | | | | | | |
d2 | A crown of glory bright, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d3 | A rosebud blossomed in my bower | | | | | | | |
d4 | A welcome, a welcome, a welcome we sing | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d6 | Aloud in the holy temple | | | | | | | |
d7 | Amid the hours that rapid fly | | | | | | | |
d8 | Anywhere with Jesus says the Christian heart | | | | | | | |
d9 | Arise, arise, shine, for thy light is come | | | | | | | |
d10 | As long as we live in the world | | | | | | | |
d11 | At morning's dawn I love to hear | | | | | | | |
d12 | Awake the trumpet's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d13 | Bear thy cross cheerfully, brother | | | | | | | |
d14 | Beautiful Zion, built above; Beautiful city that I love | | | | | | | |
d15 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
d16 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d17 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d18 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
d19 | Brother is thy pathway clouded | | | | | | | |
d20 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d21 | By faith I now gaze on the beautiful hills | | | | | | | |
d22 | By our Father called to labor | | | | | | | |
d23 | Christ is knocking at my sad heart | | | | | | | |
d24 | Christ is knocking, ever knocking | | | | | | | |
d25 | Christian, awake, the light breaks o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d26 | Christian, keep thine armor bright | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come see the place where the lord lay, fear ye not, fear not | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d31 | Dear Savior, does thy love, So wonderful and free | | | | | | | |
d32 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
d33 | For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth | | | | | | | |
d34 | Gather around the Christmas tree, Gifts | | | | | | | |
d35 | Give thanks, all ye people, give thanks to the Lord | | | | | | | |
d36 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d37 | Go ye, go ye into all the world | | | | | | | |
d38 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d39 | Hark, the bell to prayer is calling | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hear, O hear the blessed story | | | | | | | |
d41 | I have found the Savior precious, he has filled | | | | | | | |
d42 | I know not what may [shall] [will] befall me | | | | | | | |
d43 | I think of yon bright mansion | | | | | | | |
d44 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d45 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d46 | I'm sailing on life's stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d47 | In life's rosy morning | | | | | | | |
d48 | In that beautiful home over there, by the side | | | | | | | |
d49 | Into pastures green, O lead me | | | | | | | |
d50 | Is it true that in the garden of Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
d51 | Is it true that Jesus died | | | | | | | |
d52 | I've been up the mount with my Lord today | | | | | | | |
d53 | Jerusalem the beautiful, Its glories are untold | | | | | | | |
d54 | Jesus, in thy glorious dwelling | | | | | | | |
d55 | Jesus, Savior, great example | | | | | | | |
d56 | Jesus, when he left the sky | | | | | | | |
d57 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d58 | Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest | | | | | | | |
d59 | Let us gather up the sunbeams | | | | | | | |
d60 | List, the echo o'er me stealing | | | | | | | |
d61 | Live nearer to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d62 | Live on the field of battle | | | | | | | |
d63 | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
d64 | Love has a ready ear: It catches each faint moan | | | | | | | |
d65 | Mark the lonely mound | | | | | | | |
d66 | May we feel the joys divine increase | | | | | | | |
d67 | Meet again when time [life] is o'er | | | | | | | |
d68 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
d69 | Mingled together the wheat and the chaff | | | | | | | |
d70 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d71 | My Savior guides me in the way | | | | | | | |
d72 | My Savior has gone up on high | | | | | | | |
d73 | No book is like the Bible | | | | | | | |
d74 | Now we raise our tuneful voices in a new melodious | | | | | | | |
d75 | O friends, have you heard the sweet story | | | | | | | |
d76 | O let me cling to thee, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d77 | O never from thy trouble heart | | | | | | | |
d78 | O when I shall sweep through the gates | | | | | | | |
d79 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d80 | Of angels, who come from the glories of ehaven | | | | | | | |
d81 | One by one are autumn leaves | | | | | | | |
d82 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d83 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d84 | Perishing splendors pass away | | | | | | | |
d85 | Put on the armor of our God | | | | | | | |
d86 | Rise, ye people, who have heard | | | | | | | |
d87 | Sad the silence at parting | | | | | | | |
d88 | Satan cometh war he wageth | | | | | | | |
d89 | Saved, saved, saved, saved by the blood | | | | | | | |
d90 | See, the sun is high in heaven | | | | | | | |
d91 | Seek the blessed Savior in the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d92 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d93 | Should sorrow o'er thy brow | | | | | | | |
d94 | Silent night, hallowed night, land and deep silent sleep | | | | | | | |
d95 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d96 | Sing on, my soul, thy mission prove | | | | | | | |
d97 | Star of hope in faith's pure vision | | | | | | | |
d98 | Striving at the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
d99 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d100 | Sweet 'tis to sing of thee | | | | | | | |