14 items:
You Ought to Sing (#467) | Ulysses Phillips, 1987 | Praise |
Jesus Christ has come to set the captive free, / He died to take away death's sting; … |
Jesus Is Good to Me (#154) | Daniel O. Teasley, 1907 | Comfort |
Jesus has been so good to me, / No other friend so kind could be; … |
We Must Be Holy (#273) | Daniel S. Warner, 1893 | Sanctification |
Jesus has taken my load of sin, / Such love no tongue can tell; … |
Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken (#248) | Henry F. Lyte, 1833 | Consecration |
Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee; / Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be. … |
Jesus Is Calling His People (#34) | Daniel O. Teasley, 1907 | Zion |
Jesus is calling His people again, / Back to the glorified heavenly plain, … |
Jesus Is Calling the Children (#469) | Ulysses Phillips, 1987 | Invitation |
Jesus is calling the children, / Calling, yes, calling today; … |
My Shepherd (#232) | Carlos A. Plummer, 1907 | Abiding |
Jesus is my Shepherd, nothing shall I need; / In the green, sweet pastures He doth ever lead, … |
Jesus Is My Shepherd (#167) | Barney E. Warren, 1897 | Jesus/Savior |
Jesus is my Shepherd, so kind and true, / Down where the living waters flow; … |
Our Example (#145) | Clara M. Brooks, 1907 | Loyalty |
Jesus left a home of dazzling splendor, / For this sinful world with sorrow dim; … |
Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me (#308) | Edward Hopper, 1871 | Jesus/Savior |
Jesus, Savior, pilot me, / Over life's tempestuous sea; … |
Blessed Quietness (#161) | Manie P. Ferguson, 1897 | Holy Spirit |
Joys are flowing like a river, / Since the Comforter has come; … |
Just as I Am (#358) | Charlotte Elliott, 1835 | Submission |
Just as I am, without one plea, / But that Thy blood was shed for me, … |
A Little Farther (#483) | Anonymous/Unknown, 1987 | Consecration |
Just before His trial, Jesus entered dark Gethsemane; / Leaving eight outside, took Peter and two sons of Zebedee. … |
Beyond the Shadows (#372) | Charles W. Naylor, 1907 | Heaven |
Just beyond where the shadows are falling / Is a bright, summer land, ever fair; … |