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d1 | A breath of morning now is on the air | | | | | | | |
d2 | A little while of quaff the cup of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d3 | All for Jesus, all for Jesus, All my being's ransomed powers | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d5 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d6 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
d7 | Come, arouse, for the watchfires are waning | | | | | | | |
d8 | Come to thy waiting ones, Jesus, my King | | | | | | | |
d9 | Come, weary sinner, to the cross | | | | | | | |
d10 | Earth's fairest flowers have faded | | | | | | | |
d11 | Goodbye, goodbye, We shall meet in the morning | | | | | | | |
d12 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d13 | He is coming, he is coming, not as once | | | | | | | |
d14 | How far, how far to the city of gold | | | | | | | |
d15 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d16 | I will follow thee, my Savior, wheresoe'er my lot | | | | | | | |
d17 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
d18 | In the secret of his presence how my soul | | | | | | | |
d19 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d20 | I've seen the lightning [lightnings] [flash] flashing, And heard the thunder roll | | | | | | | |
d21 | Lift up the trumpet, and loud let it ring | | | | | | | |
d22 | Lord and Redeemer, I lift my soul to thee | | | | | | | |
d23 | Lord of the morning hour | | | | | | | |
d24 | My soul is now united to Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
d25 | O shout for joy, let songs arise | | | | | | | |
d26 | O spotless Lamb, I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d27 | O ye weary, waiting virgins | | | | | | | |
d28 | On a bright, eternal shore | | | | | | | |
d29 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d30 | Rejoice, all ye believers | | | | | | | |
d31 | Savior of men, Thy searching eye | | | | | | | |
d32 | Sins of years are washed away | | | | | | | |
d33 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d34 | There'll be no tears in the better land | | | | | | | |
d35 | Upward to thee our eyes are turning | | | | | | | |
d36 | Watch, brethren, watch, The years are flying | | | | | | | |
d37 | We are nearing the harbor lights | | | | | | | |
d38 | We are waiting for the long expected day | | | | | | | |
d39 | We have gathered with the dear ones | | | | | | | |
d40 | We stand where Jordan's waves divide | | | | | | | |
d41 | We're soldiers of the kingdom | | | | | | | |
d42 | When in the tempest he'll hide us [me] | | | | | | | |
d43 | When the roll is called in glory | | | | | | | |
d44 | When the solemn shadows darken | | | | | | | |
d45 | When the storms of life surround me | | | | | | | |