# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The father spoke to the eldest son | | | | | | | |
d202 | The fields are all white, but the laborers are few | | | | | | | |
d203 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d204 | The Lord is calling and men are falling | | | | | | | |
d205 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d206 | The storm is awaking, The rocks are about thee | | | | | | | |
d207 | The village choir was singing | | | | | | | |
d208 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d209 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d210 | There is pardon, full and free | | | | | | | |
d211 | There is someone knocking at your heart's door | | | | | | | |
d212 | There was never a cry of a sinsick soul | | | | | | | |
d213 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d214 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d215 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d216 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's a pathway made straight | | | | | | | |
d218 | There's a Rose that is blooming for you | | | | | | | |
d219 | There's a story sweet that I shall repeat | | | | | | | |
d220 | There's no one else like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d221 | This earthly house is not enduring | | | | | | | |
d222 | This is the prayer that I offer each day | | | | | | | |
d223 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d224 | Through my soul like music stealing | | | | | | | |
d225 | Through the shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
d226 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d227 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d228 | We read in the book of a Savior | | | | | | | |
d229 | We shall never hear a sigh | | | | | | | |
d230 | We shall see the face of the King of grace | | | | | | | |
d231 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d232 | What brought a curse upon our race | | | | | | | |
d233 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d234 | What hosannas we shall raise | | | | | | | |
d235 | What hosannas we shall sing | | | | | | | |
d236 | What if the sun had ceased shining | | | | | | | |
d237 | What kind of seed are you sowing today | | | | | | | |
d238 | What though the tempest is rising | | | | | | | |
d239 | What will it matter in the bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d240 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d241 | When called to the judgment at last | | | | | | | |
d242 | When daybreak comes and shadows flee | | | | | | | |
d243 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d244 | When I reach my home eternal | | | | | | | |
d245 | When I went to the home of my childhood | | | | | | | |
d246 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d247 | When Jesus died on [upon] the cross | | | | | | | |
d248 | When life's evening draws near | | | | | | | |
d249 | When my bark has sailed across the deep | | | | | | | |
d250 | When our toil below is ended | | | | | | | |
d251 | When the cares of life are o'er | | | | | | | |
d252 | When the cares of this life are all ended | | | | | | | |
d253 | When the clouds are dark above you | | | | | | | |
d254 | When the deep shadows linger around you | | | | | | | |
d255 | When the King awakened in His lowly grave | | | | | | | |
d256 | When the light of God shone in | | | | | | | |
d257 | When the Lord shall call His people all together 'round the throne | | | | | | | |
d258 | When the shadows fall and the shepherds call | | | | | | | |
d259 | When the shepherd went seeking the wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d260 | When the skies are bright I've a song so light | | | | | | | |
d261 | When upon the clouds of heaven | | | | | | | |
d262 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d263 | When we reach our fair home | | | | | | | |
d264 | When you at the footstool of mercy | | | | | | | |
d265 | While nature has her changing seasons | | | | | | | |
d266 | While the zephyrs are blowing | | | | | | | |
d267 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d268 | Why should I not be happy | | | | | | | |
d269 | Will you go and speak to the lost ones here | | | | | | | |
d270 | With his flag unfurled | | | | | | | |
d271 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d272 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d273 | You may have to bear heavy loads of care | | | | | | | |