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d1 | A sinner, I came, for my Lord to behold | | | | | | | |
d2 | Are you weary, are you heavy hearted | | | | | | | |
d3 | At the feast of Belshazzar | | | | | | | |
d4 | Behold that mother's wayward son | | | | | | | |
d5 | Bright was the guiding star that led | | | | | | | |
d6 | Children in one glorious army | | | | | | | |
d7 | Christian reapers, lift | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come to me, the Father sayeth | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d12 | Crowns of glory ever bright | | | | | | | |
d13 | Dark are the waters before me, Loud is the voice of the gale | | | | | | | |
d14 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d15 | Early in the morning, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d16 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d17 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d18 | Go forward, said the Captain | | | | | | | |
d19 | Go tell the story of Jesus, To some poor sin sick soul | | | | | | | |
d20 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d21 | Have you ever closed your heart | | | | | | | |
d22 | He that dwelleth in the presence of the Highest | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hear my prayer, O [my] heavenly Father, Ere | | | | | | | |
d24 | Here I must labor and strive | | | | | | | |
d25 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d26 | How sweet it will be in that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d27 | I am far fr' my hame [from my home], and I'm weary | | | | | | | |
d28 | I have fought a good fight, I have nothing to do | | | | | | | |
d29 | I know I love thee better, Lord | | | | | | | |
d30 | I long to view my home | | | | | | | |
d31 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
d32 | If you have a hope in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d33 | I'm sinking down in the mire | | | | | | | |
d34 | I'm told there's a land | | | | | | | |
d35 | I'm weary, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
d36 | In my walk toward the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d37 | In the morning early When the dew is bright | | | | | | | |
d38 | In the shadow of the rock Let me rest | | | | | | | |
d39 | In the vineyard of the Master There was growing once | | | | | | | |
d40 | In time of trouble and grief | | | | | | | |
d41 | Is thy pathway dark and stormy | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus, before whose throne | | | | | | | |
d43 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d44 | Jesus, my Savior, is coming again | | | | | | | |
d45 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d46 | Let not your heart be troubled | | | | | | | |
d47 | Like the still quiet fall of the silent dew | | | | | | | |
d48 | Mighty Rock, whose towering form | | | | | | | |
d49 | My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d50 | Nearer, O Christ, to thee | | | | | | | |
d51 | No more my own, Lord Jesus | | | | | | | |
d52 | Not any works that I may do | | | | | | | |
d53 | Not far, not far from the kingdom, Yet in the shadow of sin | | | | | | | |
d54 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d55 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d56 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d57 | O Jerusalem, how oft would I | | | | | | | |
d58 | O Lord, I am burdened | | | | | | | |
d59 | O my heart is thrilled with wondrous joy | | | | | | | |
d60 | O sing the power of love divine | | | | | | | |
d61 | O the promise, blessed promise | | | | | | | |
d62 | On every sunny mountain | | | | | | | |
d63 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d64 | Once far away among the hills | | | | | | | |
d65 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d66 | One by one, the bonds are severed | | | | | | | |
d67 | One more witness for Christ tonight | | | | | | | |
d68 | Open mine eyes, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d69 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d70 | Royal and rare was the wondrous store | | | | | | | |
d71 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
d72 | Send the news along the line | | | | | | | |
d73 | Should Jesus come at early morning | | | | | | | |
d74 | Should the death angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
d75 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d76 | Sinner, why so idly standing | | | | | | | |
d77 | Stand by the right, in battle arrayed | | | | | | | |
d78 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d79 | Sweet Sabbath eve, bright is thy smile | | | | | | | |
d80 | The morning dawns in golden light | | | | | | | |
d81 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d82 | There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands | | | | | | | |
d83 | There is a Rock in a weary land | | | | | | | |
d84 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d85 | There is bliss in simply trusting | | | | | | | |
d86 | There is gladness up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d87 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d88 | There's always a river | | | | | | | |
d89 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
d90 | Though all my earth treasures be taken | | | | | | | |
d91 | Toiling onward through a desert | | | | | | | |
d92 | We are going home to that happy land | | | | | | | |
d93 | We are marching home to Zion, a strong | | | | | | | |
d94 | We praise thee, O God | | | | | | | |
d95 | Welcome, band of true toilers | | | | | | | |
d96 | What are you doing for Jesus, the blessed Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d97 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d98 | What will you do with Jesus (Martin) | | | | | | | |
d99 | When as of old in her sadness | | | | | | | |
d100 | When cherished joys have taken wing | | | | | | | |