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Others may choose this vain world if they will (Morris) - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Out in the conflict with Satan today (Morris) - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Out on the cold barren mountains of sin - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Over the waters gallantly sailing - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

O where where today are the sheep of the fold - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Redemption is offered by Jesus the Lord - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Since I've started out to travel in the straight and narrow way - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Some one for years at your heart has been knocking - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Someone is turning his back on the Savior - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Soon the night of gloom will vanish - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Step out on the promise of Jesus - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

There's a call for valiant soldiers - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Theres a glad song rings throughout the world today - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

To the front away in the gospel war - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

Twill be glory for me when the King I shall see - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

We are nearing eternity's side of the grave - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

We are traveling home to Heaven by the straight and narrow way (Morris) - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

We're saved to save others - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris
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We today may have the power which they had at Pentecost - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

What can make this sinful world to blossom as the rose - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

When our hands have grown weary with toiling - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

When the ransomed ones shall gather over in the heav'nly land - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

When the tempests rage and the storms beat high - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris

When the tempests rage and the storms beat high - Mrs. C. H. Morris
Mrs. C. H. Morris
