| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Sing the glad and wondrous story | | | | | | | |
| d102 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d103 | Spurn me not, O loving Savior | | | | | | | |
| d104 | Sweet haven of rest, the home | | | | | | | |
| d105 | Sweet land of rest beyond | | | | | | | |
| d106 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
| d107 | Taste not the cup of death | | | | | | | |
| d108 | Tell me all about Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d109 | The daylight fades, the evening shades | | | | | | | |
| d110 | The harvest field's already white | | | | | | | |
| d111 | The Lord's my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
| d112 | The Master hath need of the reapers | | | | | | | |
| d113 | The Master's calling, calling | | | | | | | |
| d114 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
| d115 | The Sabbath morn is beaming | | | | | | | |
| d116 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
| d117 | There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | | | | | | | |
| d118 | There's a light on the dark and surging deep | | | | | | | |
| d119 | There's rest beyond the tide | | | | | | | |
| d120 | They are sowing their seed in the daylight | | | | | | | |
| d121 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
| d122 | This is the sweetest story, wonderful, strange | | | | | | | |
| d123 | This wide, wide world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d124 | This world and its pleasures | | | | | | | |
| d125 | Thou art, O Lord, the Way | | | | | | | |
| d126 | Through the crowded streets of Jericho | | | | | | | |
| d127 | Tidings of joy, O wonderful story | | | | | | | |
| d128 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
| d129 | To the hills I'll lift mine eyes, whence my hope | | | | | | | |
| d130 | Tripping lightly, tripping o'er the verdant lawn | | | | | | | |
| d131 | Up friends of Jesus, the harvest is white | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
| d133 | Wake the song, O Zion's daughter | | | | | | | |
| d134 | We are a little gleaning band | | | | | | | |
| d135 | We come with grateful hearts | | | | | | | |
| d136 | We must work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d137 | We shall meet again, how sweet the time will be | | | | | | | |
| d138 | We will cheerfully bear every trial | | | | | | | |
| d139 | Weeping may last for a night | | | | | | | |
| d140 | We'll wait till Jesus comes | | | | | | | |
| d141 | When morning beams awake | | | | | | | |
| d142 | When the flowers are springing | | | | | | | |
| d143 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
| d144 | When the morning bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
| d145 | When the storm in its fury on Galilee fell And lifted | | | | | | | |
| d146 | When we gather at the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
| d147 | Ye sons of the mighty, give ye to Jehovah | | | | | | | |
| d148 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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