| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d1 | A joy and a peace, never known before | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Because God loved a soul like me | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Burdens I bear, and life with its care | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Day by day, and with each passing moment | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine | | | | | | | |
| d6 | God on high created me | | | | | | | |
| d7 | His alone, his alone, free | | | | | | | |
| d8 | I am amazed, that God should send his love | | | | | | | |
| d9 | I am not worthy of the least of his favor | | | | | | | |
| d10 | I don't know about tomorrow | | | | | | | |
| d11 | I have one deep, supreme desire | | | | | | | |
| d12 | I traveled down a lonely road | | | | | | | |
| d13 | I was a sinner all coverd with shame | | | | | | | |
| d14 | If I could sing a thousand melodies | | | | | | | |
| d15 | If I had all the world | | | | | | | |
| d16 | It was love that saved me | | | | | | | |
| d17 | It's not an easy road we are traveling | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Jesus was pure and perfect | | | | | | | |
| d19 | Joys are flowing like a river | | | | | | | |
| d20 | Love divine, so great and wondrous | | | | | | | |
| d21 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Nothing satisfies but Jesus, bread of life to mortals given | | | | | | | |
| d23 | O Lord, forgive I pray, my foolish pride | | | | | | | |
| d24 | O Lord I pray for faith that will be strong | | | | | | | |
| d25 | O soul tossed about on life's ocean | | | | | | | |
| d26 | Over the sunset mountains | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Since Christ my soul from sin set free | | | | | | | |
| d28 | So many things I cannot understand | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Some look for fame and the praise of men | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Some sweet day, far away | | | | | | | |
| d31 | The clouds of grief o'er shadow the sky | | | | | | | |
| d32 | The name of friends each day we speak | | | | | | | |
| d33 | The way that he loves is as fair as the day | | | | | | | |
| d34 | There is a cross for every one to bear | | | | | | | |
| d35 | There is a garden where often I meet | | | | | | | |
| d36 | There is a God in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d37 | There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God | | | | | | | |
| d38 | They borrowed a manger of hay for his bed | | | | | | | |
| d39 | They bound the hands of Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d40 | They nailed my precious Jesus to Calvary's rugged tree | | | | | | | |
| d41 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |
| d42 | Up the Calvary way, Went my Savior one day | | | | | | | |
| d43 | While out in sin one day | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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