| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A savior who died our salvation to win | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Along the river of time we glide | | | | | | | |
| d3 | As I wandered round the homestead | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Be not deceived; God is not mocked | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Behold me standing at the door | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Come Spirit come, with light divine | | | | | | | |
| d8 | Don't keep Jesus waiting, waiting evermore | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Hallelujah, Jesus saves me, Praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Have you heard what news the papers | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Holy Ghost, with light [love] [power] divine | | | | | | | |
| d14 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
| d15 | I know not the hour when my Lord will come | | | | | | | |
| d16 | If sown are the tares | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Jesus shall reign, rejoice, ye nations | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Lift aloft our starry banner | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Lord, draw me to thy heart of love | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Love for all and can it be | | | | | | | |
| d22 | My Lord has garments so wondrous fine | | | | | | | |
| d23 | My sins, my sins, my Savior | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Nigh to a grave that was newly made | | | | | | | |
| d25 | O I left it all with Jesus long ago | | | | | | | |
| d26 | O 'twas love that brought my Savior | | | | | | | |
| d27 | O what a meeting that will be, In | | | | | | | |
| d28 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Only a little while of walking with weary feet | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Only to lean on my Lord | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
| d32 | Praise, O praise Jehovah, earth and sea | | | | | | | |
| d33 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
| d34 | Sadly from the field of conflict | | | | | | | |
| d35 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, arise | | | | | | | |
| d36 | Some day, I know not when 'twill be | | | | | | | |
| d37 | Some day, sometime, the boatman gray | | | | | | | |
| d38 | Some day we'll slip our moorings | | | | | | | |
| d39 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d40 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
| d41 | There's a city bright and fair, over | | | | | | | |
| d42 | There's a cry comes ringing | | | | | | | |
| d43 | There's a hill lone and gray, In a land far away | | | | | | | |
| d44 | They sleep 'neath the sunshine | | | | | | | |
| d45 | They're gathering homeward from every land | | | | | | | |
| d46 | 'Tis a great religion that our fathers knew | | | | | | | |
| d47 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
| d48 | We're telling a story so helpful | | | | | | | |
| d49 | We're tired of seeing whiskey | | | | | | | |
| d50 | When forced to bid farewell to you | | | | | | | |
| d51 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
| d52 | When the journey grows weary | | | | | | | |
| d53 | When the skies look dark and drear | | | | | | | |
| d54 | Why not today obey his word | | | | | | | |
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