# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d102 | My heart that was heavy [weary] and sad | | | | | | | |
d103 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d104 | My heavenly home is bright and fair, I feel like traveling on | | | | | | | |
d105 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d106 | Now I feel the sacred fire | | | | | | | |
d107 | O ask me not to tarry | | | | | | | |
d108 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d109 | O Father hear our humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d110 | O gracious message by the Master given | | | | | | | |
d111 | O I know a clime genial all the time | | | | | | | |
d112 | O ransomed souls [throng] with joyous song | | | | | | | |
d113 | O speed with the tidings from city to city | | | | | | | |
d114 | O spread the tidings round | | | | | | | |
d115 | O the book of the ages | | | | | | | |
d116 | O the wondrous consolation | | | | | | | |
d117 | O the wondrous power of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d118 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d119 | On a bed made of rags, in a garret | | | | | | | |
d120 | Once a sinner far from Jesus, I was perishing with cold | | | | | | | |
d121 | Once I with chains was bound | | | | | | | |
d122 | Prize, O prize the golden moments | | | | | | | |
d123 | Remember, how, before you left your home | | | | | | | |
d124 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d125 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, sing his mercy | | | | | | | |
d127 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d128 | Somebody gave his monthly pledge | | | | | | | |
d129 | Someone will greet the returning King | | | | | | | |
d130 | Sometimes in days of darkness | | | | | | | |
d131 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d132 | Take time to be holy | | | | | | | |
d133 | The dear Son of God once left his father's throne | | | | | | | |
d134 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d135 | The King will stand beside you | | | | | | | |
d136 | The mighty God is Jesus, the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d137 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d138 | The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
d139 | There are souls in sin which we fail to win | | | | | | | |
d140 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is one by your side who cares | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is praise on my lips | | | | | | | |
d144 | There is singing up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d145 | There is sweet assurance in his blessed word | | | | | | | |
d146 | There was a time on earth, when in the book of heaven | | | | | | | |
d147 | There's a blessed time that's coming soon | | | | | | | |
d148 | There's a country far beyond the starry sky | | | | | | | |
d149 | There's a happy land of promise | | | | | | | |
d150 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d151 | There's no earthly tie can bind | | | | | | | |
d152 | This sacred truth means more to me | | | | | | | |
d153 | This world is not my home, I'm [only] just [a passing through] by | | | | | | | |
d154 | Though the crowd pressed hard about | | | | | | | |
d155 | Though we may not know the moment | | | | | | | |
d156 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
d157 | 'Tis a sweet and glorious thought that comes | | | | | | | |
d158 | 'Tis almost time for the Lord to come | | | | | | | |
d159 | Under thy wings O Holy Dove | | | | | | | |
d160 | Wanderer, lost in sin's dark valley | | | | | | | |
d161 | We are often tossed and driven on the restless sea of | | | | | | | |
d162 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d163 | We have heard the glorious news of our returning Lord | | | | | | | |
d164 | We look for the coming of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d165 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
d166 | Weary one, whoe'er thou art | | | | | | | |
d167 | Weighted down with sin, I struggle from the fold | | | | | | | |
d168 | We're looking for His coming | | | | | | | |
d169 | We've heard of a city | | | | | | | |
d170 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d171 | What a wonderful, wonderful Savior | | | | | | | |
d172 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d173 | What rejoicing there will be, when our Savior's face | | | | | | | |
d174 | When all without is discord | | | | | | | |
d175 | When dangers cause my heart to fear | | | | | | | |
d176 | When earth with her trials forgotten | | | | | | | |
d177 | When God's own hand makes all things new | | | | | | | |
d178 | When I have moved to yon heavenly | | | | | | | |
d179 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d180 | When judgment day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d181 | When pangs of death seized on my soul | | | | | | | |
d182 | When sad and dismayed I plead | | | | | | | |
d183 | When sorrow and storms are besetting my track | | | | | | | |
d184 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time | | | | | | | |
d185 | When with the angels Christ Jesus shall come | | | | | | | |
d186 | When you come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d187 | While we [you] pray and while we plead | | | | | | | |
d188 | Who is this who for our sorrows | | | | | | | |
d189 | Who took my burdens all away | | | | | | | |
d190 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d191 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
d192 | With the Red Sea ahead | | | | | | | |
d193 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d194 | Would you be free from the [your] burden of sin | | | | | | | |
d195 | Would you be redeemed from every inborn [inbred] sin | | | | | | | |
d196 | Would you find an open fountain | | | | | | | |
d197 | Would you lose your weight of sadness | | | | | | | |
d198 | Would you the forces of evil restrain | | | | | | | |
d199 | Ye who are weary, hopeless and dreary | | | | | | | |
d200 | Yonder a man in the prison dwells | | | | | | | |