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| d1 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
| d2 | Beautiful star of morning | | | | | | | |
| d3 | Behold the love of God, wondrous | | | | | | | |
| d4 | Blessed and holy one | | | | | | | |
| d5 | Bound for the better land | | | | | | | |
| d6 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
| d7 | Bring a garland for his brow | | | | | | | |
| d8 | By and by, we shall know Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d9 | Charms in choral numbers | | | | | | | |
| d10 | Come to the Savior, make no delay | | | | | | | |
| d11 | Come unto me, ye weary, heavy laden, Come, saith our Father, unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
| d12 | Day by day we saw her falling | | | | | | | |
| d13 | Early, early let our songs ascend | | | | | | | |
| d14 | From the tomb's short triumph | | | | | | | |
| d15 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Hear then | | | | | | | |
| d16 | Gleaners in the harvest field | | | | | | | |
| d17 | Go, bury thy [your] sorrow, The world hath [has] its share | | | | | | | |
| d18 | Go work, for the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
| d19 | God hath spoken thus today | | | | | | | |
| d20 | God is always near me, Hearing what I say | | | | | | | |
| d21 | God might have made [bade] the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
| d22 | Hail, happy morning, hail holy day | | | | | | | |
| d23 | Hail, the blessed Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
| d24 | Hark, I hear the captain calling | | | | | | | |
| d25 | Hark, on the shore of Immanuel's land | | | | | | | |
| d26 | He called them of old | | | | | | | |
| d27 | Hear the gently falling shower | | | | | | | |
| d28 | Hear the words our Savior hath spoken | | | | | | | |
| d29 | Help me to sing, Savior and king | | | | | | | |
| d30 | Ho, come, welcome ye | | | | | | | |
| d31 | Ho, my comrades, see the signal waving | | | | | | | |
| d32 | I am Jesus' little lamb, therefore glad and gay I am | | | | | | | |
| d33 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d34 | I know I'm but a little child | | | | | | | |
| d35 | I wandered just at even | | | | | | | |
| d36 | I will rejoice when I hear | | | | | | | |
| d37 | If we only sought to brighten | | | | | | | |
| d38 | If you cannot cross the ocean | | | | | | | |
| d39 | I'm a little sailor, Sailing o'er | | | | | | | |
| d40 | I'm thinking what a pleasant thing | | | | | | | |
| d41 | In heavenly love abiding | | | | | | | |
| d42 | In our perfect home above | | | | | | | |
| d43 | In some way or other, the Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
| d44 | Jesus in the temple, with the doctors wise | | | | | | | |
| d45 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
| d46 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
| d47 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
| d48 | Knock, knock, pilgrim, knock | | | | | | | |
| d49 | Knocking, knocking, who is there, waiting, waiting | | | | | | | |
| d50 | Let us sing as we journey along | | | | | | | |
| d51 | Listen, O listen, our father all holy | | | | | | | |
| d52 | Little eyes, looking wise | | | | | | | |
| d53 | Little red bird in the tree | | | | | | | |
| d54 | Little thought Samara's daughter | | | | | | | |
| d55 | Long ago while flowers were blooming | | | | | | | |
| d56 | Look on the bright side keep | | | | | | | |
| d57 | Lord and Savior, thou dost know | | | | | | | |
| d58 | Make haste, O man, to live | | | | | | | |
| d59 | March to battle field, March on with sword | | | | | | | |
| d60 | Never give up the right way | | | | | | | |
| d61 | No time to pray, O who so fraught | | | | | | | |
| d62 | O Jerusalem the golden, city bright and fair | | | | | | | |
| d63 | O my heart, my heart, you never | | | | | | | |
| d64 | O Thou the contrite sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
| d65 | Of old the apostle walked the wave | | | | | | | |
| d66 | On to the goal, friends, on | | | | | | | |
| d67 | On what foundation do you build | | | | | | | |
| d68 | One, who well knoweth the evils | | | | | | | |
| d69 | Only a few more years | | | | | | | |
| d70 | Only a little child, Pause not | | | | | | | |
| d71 | Only a little while bending | | | | | | | |
| d72 | Over yonder, over yonder | | | | | | | |
| d73 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
| d74 | Sailor though the darkness gathers | | | | | | | |
| d75 | Savior, I come to Thee, a weary child | | | | | | | |
| d76 | See the gentle Shepherd standing | | | | | | | |
| d77 | Shall we sing in heaven's bright courts | | | | | | | |
| d78 | She rocked the cradle to and fro | | | | | | | |
| d79 | Since life's long journey's just begun | | | | | | | |
| d80 | Stop and think is Willie's motto | | | | | | | |
| d81 | The heart to a garden compare | | | | | | | |
| d82 | The Master hath need of the reapers | | | | | | | |
| d83 | The temperance ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
| d84 | There is a fair and radiant band | | | | | | | |
| d85 | There is a home, a peaceful home, A home of joy and love | | | | | | | |
| d86 | There is a land of beauty | | | | | | | |
| d87 | There is a port, so bright | | | | | | | |
| d88 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
| d89 | There is never a sorrow | | | | | | | |
| d90 | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky | | | | | | | |
| d91 | They were watching on the hillsides | | | | | | | |
| d92 | Through the valley of the shadow I must go | | | | | | | |
| d93 | Thy flock, O gentlest Shepherd | | | | | | | |
| d94 | Time is earnest, passing by | | | | | | | |
| d95 | 'Tis a rule in the land | | | | | | | |
| d96 | 'Tis winter, and ye by your fire | | | | | | | |
| d97 | To you, kind friends, once more we come | | | | | | | |
| d98 | Victory, victory, hear the angel | | | | | | | |
| d99 | We are coming, we are coming | | | | | | | |
| d100 | We are little sunbeams, Shining | | | | | | | |
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