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3 | Away, away, for the sweet bells | | | | | | | |
4 | The book of books, the Bible | | | | | | | |
5 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
6 | Will you come and join our army | | | | | | | |
7 | Narrow is the way, sometimes | | | | | | | |
8 | I have a home, a home above | | | | | | | |
9 | Take our hands in thine, dear Father | | | | | | | |
10 | We may spread our couch with roses | | | | | | | |
11 | Father, and may a little child | | | | | | | |
12 | O what can I do for my Lord | | | | | | | |
13 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
14 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
15 | Preach Christ upon the mount | | | | | | | |
16 | When thy work of life is over | | | | | | | |
17 | When doubt and fear arise | | | | | | | |
18 | There is a land celestial | | | | | | | |
19 | Fellow traveler, dost thou know | | | | | | | |
20 | Strike for Jesus, strike, soldiers | | | | | | | |
21 | Stand for the right, though falsehood rail | | | | | | | |
22 | Pure and warm O blessed Father | | | | | | | |
23 | Through the years of the earth | | | | | | | |
24 | Go forward at the dawn of day | | | | | | | |
25 | Hail, all hail, to this glorious jubilee | | | | | | | |
27 | Our Savior has gone over there | | | | | | | |
28 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
29 | Lo the Savior invites thee today | | | | | | | |
30 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
31 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
32 | Amid the toil and pain of life | | | | | | | |
33 | On the sweet Eden shore, so peaceful and bright | | | | | | | |
35 | There are blessings that have budded | | | | | | | |
36 | We are journeying to heaven | | | | | | | |
37 | Jesus, Savior, pity me | | | | | | | |
38 | It was easy to look at the serpent of brass | | | | | | | |
39 | We've enlisted in the war | | | | | | | |
40 | All the beauties of the eart are to fade by and by | | | | | | | |
42 | There is light from heaven's portals | | | | | | | |
43 | Though a child, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
44 | Only Jesus can save | | | | | | | |
45 | In the rifted rock I'm resting Sure and safe | | | | | | | |
46 | When mountains of doubt hem me in on each side | | | | | | | |
47 | Have you heard the wondrous song | | | | | | | |
49 | When o'er thy path have the dark clouds | | | | | | | |
50 | Lay thou not up thy treasure | | | | | | | |
51 | The temperance star is growing | | | | | | | |
52 | When Jesus left the throne of God | | | | | | | |
53 | I ought to love my Savior | | | | | | | |
54 | Sing, sing, ye seraphs white | | | | | | | |
55 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
56 | All golden and ripe is the harvest | | | | | | | |
57 | O hark, to the sound of strife | | | | | | | |
58 | Near, so near I see the golden | | | | | | | |
59 | Would I were like him | | | | | | | |
60 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | SHALL WE MEET? | | | | | | |
61 | Awake, thou that sleepest; arise from the dead | | | | | | | |
62 | We're hastening at our King's command | | | | | | | |
63 | Now I lay me gentle kneeling | | | | | | | |
64 | Blessed servants of God who are fearless | | | | | | | |
66 | Pressing after Christ our Savior | | | | | | | |
67 | Red is wine | | | | | | | |
69 | I am waiting for the morning of the blessed day to dawn | | | | | | | |
71 | Beside the throne of God most high | | | | | | | |
72 | When as of old in her sadness | | | | | | | |
73 | We leave the [this] world of care | | | | | | | |
74 | There are lights by the shore [in the harbor] of that country | | | | | | | |
76 | They are sowing their seed in the daylight | | | | | | | |
77 | Guard the Bible well | | | | | | | |
78 | Far down the misty aisle | | | | | | | |
79 | O the bright sunny land | | | | | | | |
80 | What tender voice is calling | | | | | | | |
81 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
82 | The drunkard sat in his rustic chair | | | | | | | |
84 | Lo, the cause of temp'rance calls aloud | | | | | | | |
88 | The day with all its toils | | | | | | | |
91a | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
91b | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
91c | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
91d | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
91e | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
91f | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
92a | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
92b | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
92c | Come to Jesus, just now | | | | | | | |
92d | Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
92e | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
92f | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
92g | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
93a | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
93b | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
93c | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
93d | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
93e | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
93f | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |