# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | The songbirds sing with glee their charming melody | | | | | | | |
d102 | There are many paths through this world of sin | | | | | | | |
d103 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d104 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d105 | There was once a time when in my heart I was condemned | | | | | | | |
d106 | There's a garden up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d107 | There's a picture that I often see | | | | | | | |
d108 | There's a place dear to me where I'm longing to be | | | | | | | |
d109 | There's a true story all about glory | | | | | | | |
d110 | There's an old ramshackle shack | | | | | | | |
d111 | There's no guarantee that's given down here | | | | | | | |
d112 | This world is not my home, I'm [only] just [a passing through] by | | | | | | | |
d113 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
d114 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
d115 | Wake up, O sinner, God needs a winner | | | | | | | |
d116 | We are climbing Jacob's golden ladder | | | | | | | |
d117 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d118 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
d119 | Well, I'm saved and sanctified, and He's keeping | | | | | | | |
d120 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d121 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d122 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d123 | What could I do without Jesus | | | | | | | |
d124 | When God dips his pen of love in my heart | | | | | | | |
d125 | When God shut Noah in the grand old ark | | | | | | | |
d126 | When I come to the river at ending of day | | | | | | | |
d127 | When I think of the years I've wasted | | | | | | | |
d128 | When my way groweth drear, precious Lord | | | | | | | |
d129 | When the dreary day is over | | | | | | | |
d130 | When the morning light you see | | | | | | | |
d131 | When the Savior calls I will answer | | | | | | | |
d132 | When the way seems dark and long | | | | | | | |
d133 | When toiling is ended and my burdens are laid | | | | | | | |
d134 | When we reach that home and lay our burdens down | | | | | | | |
d135 | When with the Savior we enter the glory land | | | | | | | |
d136 | When you reach that golden city | | | | | | | |
d137 | While traveling through this world of sorrow, I'm | | | | | | | |
d138 | Wonderful things of folks are said | | | | | | | |
d139 | Won't it be a happy morning over the sea | | | | | | | |
d140 | You may have your worldly pleasures | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]