# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A true hearted captain in Chicago slums | | | | | | | |
d2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d3 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d4 | As I go along my pilgrim way | | | | | | | |
d5 | As you travel life's rough pathway | | | | | | | |
d6 | Beckoning [Beautiful] hands at the gateway tonight | | | | | | | |
d7 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d9 | Can a boy forget his mother's prayer | | | | | | | |
d10 | Christians, rise and join the army | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, every soul by sin oppressed, There's mercy | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come sinners, to the living One, he's just the same Jesus | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d15 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d16 | Hark! the herald angels sing, Jesus, the light of the world | | | | | | | |
d17 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power | | | | | | | |
d18 | Hold on my soul to the end hold out | | | | | | | |
d19 | How happy the home, With a baby about | | | | | | | |
d20 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d21 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d22 | I am going to heaven with my Savior | | | | | | | |
d23 | I came to Jesus weary worn | | | | | | | |
d24 | I dreamed that [of] the great judgment morning | | | | | | | |
d25 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d26 | I love my Savior, he's good to me | | | | | | | |
d27 | I thank God from my heart for a mother | | | | | | | |
d28 | If you have lost in the battle | | | | | | | |
d29 | In a graveyard lonely | | | | | | | |
d30 | In the home where Jesus is an honored guest | | | | | | | |
d31 | In the storms of life, my Savior's near | | | | | | | |
d32 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d33 | Jesus loves little children | | | | | | | |
d34 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d35 | Lips I have kissed They are faded and cold | | | | | | | |
d36 | My sins are all forgiven, My Savior tells me so | | | | | | | |
d37 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d38 | O good old way, how sweet [blest] thou art | | | | | | | |
d39 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d40 | On a cold winter's eve when the snow was fast | | | | | | | |
d41 | Once I was a sinner, a sinner day by day | | | | | | | |
d42 | Remember your mother, poor wandering child | | | | | | | |
d43 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d44 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d45 | The Army band was playing | | | | | | | |
d46 | There is a book, the book of life | | | | | | | |
d47 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d48 | There is great joy in heaven | | | | | | | |
d49 | There is hope for all, both the great and small | | | | | | | |
d50 | 'Tis a pleasure sweet, my teacher to greet | | | | | | | |
d51 | 'Twas on a cold December night | | | | | | | |
d52 | We are happy children, For Jesus bids us come | | | | | | | |
d53 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d54 | We're over on the stormy [life's stormy] [the other] side | | | | | | | |
d55 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d56 | When a brother goes wrong, and is lost | | | | | | | |
d57 | When from friends on earth we're parted | | | | | | | |
d58 | When you start for the land of heavenly rest | | | | | | | |
d59 | While strolling alone through the city's | | | | | | | |
d60 | Why are you doubting and fearing | | | | | | | |