| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers | | | | | | | |
| d2 | As far as the west is removed from the east | | | | | | | |
| d3 | At the Father's throne above | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Carry your Bible with you | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
| d7 | God holds the key to [of] all unknown, And I am glad | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Have thine own way, Lord | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Have you read the story of the Cross | | | | | | | |
| d10 | How blest the thought that Jesus knows | | | | | | | |
| d11 | I am standing on the word of God | | | | | | | |
| d12 | I come, dear Lord, to thee, as thou | | | | | | | |
| d13 | I do not know, why [how] oft round me | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I have a Savior, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I have toiled for gold in the heat and cold | | | | | | | |
| d16 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
| d17 | I love to tell in song and story | | | | | | | |
| d18 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
| d19 | I was found by the One who sought me | | | | | | | |
| d20 | I was praying for the peace | | | | | | | |
| d21 | If you could see Christ standing here tonight | | | | | | | |
| d22 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
| d23 | I'm a subject of the King of Kings | | | | | | | |
| d24 | I'm pressing on the upward way | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Jesus, what a Friend for sinners | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Just lean upon the arms of Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Like silver bells at eventide | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Many years ago a mother fond and true | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Mariner out on life's ocean | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Marvelous grace of our loving Lord | | | | | | | |
| d34 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
| d35 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
| d37 | O, day of awful story, Jesus is dead | | | | | | | |
| d38 | O the friends that now are waiting | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Once it was the blessing | | | | | | | |
| d40 | One day when heaven was filled with his praises | | | | | | | |
| d41 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Out in the wilderness, wild and drear | | | | | | | |
| d43 | Over the river faces I see | | | | | | | |
| d44 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Saved by the blood of the crucified one | | | | | | | |
| d46 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
| d47 | Someone stands behind the shadow | | | | | | | |
| d48 | Sow flowers and flowers will blossom | | | | | | | |
| d49 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
| d50 | The face of Jesus Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
| d51 | The judgment day is coming on, God's | | | | | | | |
| d52 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
| d53 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
| d54 | There's an old fashioned home over yonder | | | | | | | |
| d55 | To the Savior we commend you | | | | | | | |
| d56 | We journey to a city Which eye hath never | | | | | | | |
| d57 | When I see my Savior, hanging on Calvary | | | | | | | |
| d58 | When the day seems dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
| d59 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Why should I charge my soul with care | | | | | | | |
| d61 | Will you join the white robed throng | | | | | | | |
| d62 | Would you from your sin be free | | | | | | | |
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