# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d203 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d206 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d207 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
d208 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d209 | The day will come when we will sing | | | | | | | |
d210 | The dead in Christ are only sleeping | | | | | | | |
d211 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d212 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d213 | The shepherds watch upon the hills | | | | | | | |
d214 | The world's greatest story in the Bible is told | | | | | | | |
d215 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d216 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d217 | There is a song in my heart today | | | | | | | |
d218 | There is a song our fathers sang | | | | | | | |
d219 | There shall be showers of blessing, this is the [God's] promise | | | | | | | |
d220 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d221 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
d222 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d223 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d224 | There's nothing so precious as Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
d225 | They killed my Lord on Calvary | | | | | | | |
d226 | They nailed my Savior to the cross | | | | | | | |
d227 | They say there are mansions in glory | | | | | | | |
d228 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d229 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d230 | This little light of mine | | | | | | | |
d231 | This world is not my home, I'm [only] just [a passing through] by | | | | | | | |
d232 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d233 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
d234 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d235 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d236 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
d237 | To the weary and oppressed | | | | | | | |
d238 | Twilight is falling [stealing] over the sea | | | | | | | |
d239 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d240 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
d241 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d242 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
d243 | We wander here in sin and strife | | | | | | | |
d244 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d245 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d246 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d247 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d248 | When death shall close these eyelids | | | | | | | |
d249 | When I run about all day | | | | | | | |
d250 | When I shall leave this world below | | | | | | | |
d251 | When I went to the home of my childhood | | | | | | | |
d252 | When judgment day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d253 | When my soul is singing in the [that] promised land above | | | | | | | |
d254 | When my strength seemeth almost gone | | | | | | | |
d255 | When my way groweth drear, precious Lord | | | | | | | |
d256 | When pangs of death seized on my soul | | | | | | | |
d257 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d258 | When storms are raging, Dreary is the day | | | | | | | |
d259 | When the days are drear | | | | | | | |
d260 | When the sun refuses to shine | | | | | | | |
d261 | When the waves of Jordan I see | | | | | | | |
d262 | When the way seems dim I remember him | | | | | | | |
d263 | When time shall come for my leaving | | | | | | | |
d264 | When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed | | | | | | | |
d265 | When we are wandering far from our home | | | | | | | |
d266 | When you arrive inside the gate | | | | | | | |
d267 | Where is my wandering boy tonight | | | | | | | |
d268 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d269 | While kneeling by her bedside | | | | | | | |
d270 | While on this earth we should work and pray | | | | | | | |
d271 | While the world rushes on in its folly and sin | | | | | | | |
d272 | Who is that calling for me to come | | | | | | | |
d273 | Wonderful things of folks are said | | | | | | | |
d274 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d275 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |