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d301 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d302 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d303 | Still they resound as in days of old | | | | | | | |
d304 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d305 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d306 | Sweet is the time when tuneful notes are swelling | | | | | | | |
d307 | Sweet Sunday school, I love the place | | | | | | | |
d308 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d309 | Take our hands in thine, dear Father | | | | | | | |
d310 | Tell it out among the heathen [nations] [people] that the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d311 | Tell us what the Lord has done for you | | | | | | | |
d312 | Thanks be to Jesus, his mercy is free | | | | | | | |
d313 | The children may come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d314 | The Christmas bells are ringing, Yes, ringing everywhere | | | | | | | |
d315 | The dearest spot on earth to me is home | | | | | | | |
d316 | The field is great, the grain is white | | | | | | | |
d317 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d318 | The holy Christmas comes again | | | | | | | |
d319 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
d320 | The little town of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d321 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter | | | | | | | |
d322 | The Master gave into my hand two jewels rich and rare | | | | | | | |
d323 | The Master wants workers, his harvest is white | | | | | | | |
d324 | The mercy of God is an ocean divine | | | | | | | |
d325 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d326 | The reapers now for many a day | | | | | | | |
d327 | The Sabbath bells the cheerful bells | | | | | | | |
d328 | The Savior called so lovingly | | | | | | | |
d329 | The Spirit is calling O do not delay | | | | | | | |
d330 | The sun has sunk behind the hills | | | | | | | |
d331 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d332 | The whole world was in darkness | | | | | | | |
d333 | There are hills beyond the valley where the river glideth by | | | | | | | |
d334 | There are wrecks along the shore | | | | | | | |
d335 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
d336 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d337 | There is a harp whose thrilling sound | | | | | | | |
d338 | There is a life supremely fair | | | | | | | |
d339 | There is a Rock in a weary land | | | | | | | |
d340 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d341 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d342 | There'll come a time, a happy time | | | | | | | |
d343 | There's a city that looks o'er [on] the valley | | | | | | | |
d344 | There's a field where we must labor | | | | | | | |
d345 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d346 | There's a light in the window of heaven | | | | | | | |
d347 | There's a rift in the clouds | | | | | | | |
d348 | There's an ark of safety, will you enter in | | | | | | | |
d349 | There's an evil in the land, put it down | | | | | | | |
d350 | There's many a lovely picture | | | | | | | |
d351 | Thine own we bring thee | | | | | | | |
d352 | This is the sweetest story, wonderful, strange | | | | | | | |
d353 | Thou art coming, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d354 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
d355 | Though the night be dark and dreary, Though the way | | | | | | | |
d356 | Through the shining gate, Where the angels wait | | | | | | | |
d357 | Throw open the gates of the city, The beautiful city of gold | | | | | | | |
d358 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d359 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d360 | 'Tis sweet, 'tis passing sweet to know | | | | | | | |
d361 | 'Tis the last call of mercy that lingers for thee | | | | | | | |
d362 | 'Tis thine alone, Almighty Name, to raise the dead to life | | | | | | | |
d363 | To the uttermost, uttermost wonderful word | | | | | | | |
d364 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d365 | Twinkle, twinkle, Christmas star | | | | | | | |
d366 | Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded | | | | | | | |
d367 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d368 | Wake the strain the glad refrain | | | | | | | |
d369 | Wanderer away from Jesus | | | | | | | |
d370 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d371 | We are a little gleaning band | | | | | | | |
d372 | We are happy little children, Gathered in our school today | | | | | | | |
d373 | We are little reapers, toiling | | | | | | | |
d374 | We are marching to the land of the saints over there | | | | | | | |
d375 | We are only little gleaners | | | | | | | |
d376 | We are sowing, ever sowing In the paths | | | | | | | |
d377 | We are youthful students | | | | | | | |
d378 | We dedicate this parting hour | | | | | | | |
d379 | We have come to sing the praise | | | | | | | |
d380 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d381 | We pray for thy blessing, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d382 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d383 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d384 | We're a faithful pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d385 | We're a little Christian band | | | | | | | |
d386 | We're a little pilgrim band, Cheerfully we sing | | | | | | | |
d387 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d388 | What a glorious crown there is laid up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d389 | What are the tidings from above | | | | | | | |
d390 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d391 | What though before me it is [be] dark | | | | | | | |
d392 | What though clouds are hovering o'er me | | | | | | | |
d393 | What wondrous peace and joy are mine | | | | | | | |
d394 | When deep in sin and folly | | | | | | | |
d395 | When I read the dear old story | | | | | | | |
d396 | When love comes like sunshine | | | | | | | |
d397 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d398 | When the toils of life are over And our weary journey's done | | | | | | | |
d399 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more | | | | | | | |
d400 | When we have kept the faith fully | | | | | | | |