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89 | Forward march, ye warriors of the Cross | [Forward march, ye warriors of the Cross] | | | | | | |
90 | On the cross of Calvary | [On the cross of Calvary] | | | | | | |
91 | We have each a cross to bear | [We have each a cross to bear] | | | | | | |
92 | There's a golden day | [There's a golden day] | | | | | | |
93 | Would you know the fullness of the Gospel Blessing | ON THE BANKS OF THE WABASH | | | | | | |
94 | Onward, yes, onward does time in its flight | [Onward, yes, onward does time in its flight] | | | | | | |
95 | The Saviour chose a lowly place | [The Saviour chose a lowly place] | | | | | | |
96 | Looking oft unto Jesus, in Him I can see | [Looking oft unto Jesus, in Him I can see] | | | | | | |
97 | Oh, why longer linger, sinner, in thy sadness? | [Oh, why longer linger, sinner, in thy sadness?] | | | | | | |
98 | A charge to keep I have | [A charge to keep I have] | | | | | | |
99 | In the Army of Jesus we've taken our stand | [IN the Army of Jesus we've taken our stand] | | | | | | |
100 | My country, 'tis of thee | [My country, 'tis of thee] | | | | | | |
101 | All round the world the Army chariot rolls | | | | | | | |
102 | I have found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to Me | | | | | | | |
103 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
104 | When the true salvation soldiers | | | | | | | |
105 | Just from the fountain, and now we can sing | | | | | | | |
106 | Before Thy face, dear Lord | | | | | | | |
107 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
109 | Come, oh, come with me where love is beaming | | | | | | | |
110 | No night there but an endless day | | | | | | | |
111 | It's grand to be a soldier | | | | | | | |
112 | Some people, I know, don't live holy | | | | | | | |
113 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
114 | There is a crimson river | | | | | | | |
115 | My Lord, I know that Thou wantest all | | | | | | | |
116 | Across the floor of the ballroom | | | | | | | |
117 | There's a sea for weary souls | | | | | | | |
118 | I've heard of a Saviour whose love was so strong | | | | | | | |
119 | Sinner, see yon light | | | | | | | |
120 | Sinner, for thee | | | | | | | |
121 | Oh. will you not yield to God tonight? | | | | | | | |
122 | Sinner, poor sinner, to Jesus come home | | | | | | | |
123 | He'll take you to His fold again | | | | | | | |
124 | Always the same is Jesus | | | | | | | |
125 | A friend of Jesus, oh, what bliss | | | | | | | |
126 | I've said adieu to the devil's crew | | | | | | | |
127 | The Gospel Ship at anchor is lying | | | | | | | |
128 | Afar from God in weariness and sin | | | | | | | |
129 | Take Back thy heart to the Saviour | | | | | | | |
130 | I am trusting in my Saviour | | | | | | | |
131 | Some say the Army should not march | | | | | | | |
132 | Many a friend I've known; hearts that were brave and true | | | | | | | |
133 | There's a city where no sorrow ever enters | | | | | | | |
134 | All round the world the Army chariot rolls | | | | | | | |
135 | Have you a friend that is always nigh? | | | | | | | |
136 | Many men of many habits | | | | | | | |
137 | Once a letter came one day from a country far away | | | | | | | |
138 | When the Canaanites hardened their hearts against God | | | | | | | |
139 | After the din of the battle's roar | | | | | | | |
140 | As I go walking down the street | | | | | | | |
141 | A true-hearted Captain in Chicago Slums | | | | | | | |
142 | In a lone cottage not far down the way | | | | | | | |
143 | I've been thinking today of that corps far away | | | | | | | |
144 | In a graveyard lonely, many miles away | | | | | | | |
145 | One cold Winter's eve, when the snow was fast falling | | | | | | | |
146 | The Sea of God's eternal love | | | | | | | |
147 | I have something now to say to you | | | | | | | |
148 | God's Salvation Army, with music and with song | | | | | | | |
149 | Within a crowded tenement where poorest folks abound | | | | | | | |
150 | On a cold and dreary pavement stood a woman poorly dressed | | | | | | | |
151 | Come to the Saviour, come to the Saviour | | | | | | | |
152 | Tell me what to do to be pure | | | | | | | |
153 | There is room at the cross, will you bring, wand'rer | | | | | | | |
154 | Take this message to my mother | | | | | | | |
155 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
156 | Lord Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole | | | | | | | |
157 | I am sailing on an ocean wide and deep | | | | | | | |
158 | Oh, wanderer, knowing not the smile | | | | | | | |
159 | Life at best is very brief | | | | | | | |
160 | Out in the cold world and far away from home | | | | | | | |
161 | At the sounding of the trumpet, when the saints are gather'd home | | | | | | | |
162 | My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine | | | | | | | |
163 | You have oft heard the call to surrender | | | | | | | |
164 | When Moses and his soldiers from Egypt's land did flee | | | | | | | |