# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d102 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d103 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d104 | Since Jesus is my friend, Since [and] I to God [him] belong | | | | | | | |
d105 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d106 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sow, ere the evening falls | | | | | | | |
d108 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d109 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d110 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sunset and evening star and one clear call for me | | | | | | | |
d112 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d113 | The God who sits enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
d114 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d115 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
d116 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d117 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d118 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d119 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d123 | There's a Rose that is blooming for you | | | | | | | |
d124 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d126 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d127 | 'Twas like a dream, when by the Lord | | | | | | | |
d128 | We are nearing the heavenly shore | | | | | | | |
d129 | We lay us calmly down to sleep | | | | | | | |
d130 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d131 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d132 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d133 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d134 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d135 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d136 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d137 | When time seems short and death is near | | | | | | | |
d138 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d139 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d140 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]