| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Sometimes heart grows weary | | | | | | | |
| d102 | Soon will pass life's golden hours | | | | | | | |
| d103 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
| d104 | Sweetly rest, O, friend so true | | | | | | | |
| d105 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
| d106 | The hosts of righteousness | | | | | | | |
| d107 | The Lord is pleading you to save | | | | | | | |
| d108 | The Master calls us, come ere it be | | | | | | | |
| d109 | The Master is coming again | | | | | | | |
| d110 | The time will come this life must end | | | | | | | |
| d111 | Thee I need, O, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
| d112 | There arose a cross on Golgotha's height | | | | | | | |
| d113 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
| d114 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
| d115 | There is a ray of promise | | | | | | | |
| d116 | There is need for workers true | | | | | | | |
| d117 | There's a crown of rejoicing for those who believe | | | | | | | |
| d118 | There's a day of judgment that is surely coming | | | | | | | |
| d119 | There's a song in my soul, since | | | | | | | |
| d120 | There's no time for delay | | | | | | | |
| d121 | Thou hast gone to live with Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d122 | Though the Redeemer's calling lost ones | | | | | | | |
| d123 | Through all the long and lonely years | | | | | | | |
| d124 | To my home in the skies I am going | | | | | | | |
| d125 | To the land beyond, where there is no | | | | | | | |
| d126 | To the low, grassy beds | | | | | | | |
| d127 | Today is the time you should | | | | | | | |
| d128 | Traveling on each day, singing | | | | | | | |
| d129 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
| d130 | Wanderer lost in sin's dark night | | | | | | | |
| d131 | We are climbing the steeps | | | | | | | |
| d132 | We are little children | | | | | | | |
| d133 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
| d134 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
| d135 | We weep and mourn, when | | | | | | | |
| d136 | We would do our best for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d137 | What a friend is he, Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d138 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d139 | What an awful day when the judge | | | | | | | |
| d140 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d141 | When I shall stand before the throne | | | | | | | |
| d142 | When the years have all flown | | | | | | | |
| d143 | When this world is burning | | | | | | | |
| d144 | When you are arraigned for judgment | | | | | | | |
| d145 | While the Savior speaks | | | | | | | |
| d146 | Working for our Master in this world | | | | | | | |
| d147 | Years have flown since Jesus | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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