# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d202 | There's a city that looks o'er [on] the valley | | | | | | | |
d203 | There's a fountain free flowing 'neath life's tree | | | | | | | |
d204 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d205 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d206 | Through the infant days I watched him | | | | | | | |
d207 | Thy Father hath prepared a feast | | | | | | | |
d208 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d209 | Thy will, dear Lord, be done | | | | | | | |
d210 | To thee, O Comforter divine | | | | | | | |
d211 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d212 | Traveling to the better land | | | | | | | |
d213 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d214 | We are going home to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d215 | We are little travelers, marching home to God | | | | | | | |
d216 | We are never, never weary of the grand old song | | | | | | | |
d217 | We are pilgrims here, and strangers | | | | | | | |
d218 | We are traveling to a better land | | | | | | | |
d219 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d220 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d221 | We shall reach the summer land | | | | | | | |
d222 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d223 | We're only pilgrims here below | | | | | | | |
d224 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d225 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d226 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d227 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d228 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d229 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d230 | When from out the shining gateway | | | | | | | |
d231 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d232 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d233 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d234 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d235 | When my Savior I shall see | | | | | | | |
d236 | When the evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
d237 | When this toilsome life is o'er | | | | | | | |
d238 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
d239 | Whoever receiveth the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
d240 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d241 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
d242 | Wonderful words of Jesus Such as man never spake | | | | | | | |
d243 | Ye who long in sin have wandered | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]