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d101 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d102 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d103 | One sat alone beside the highway begging | | | | | | | |
d104 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d105 | Our summer camp is over | | | | | | | |
d106 | Ring the bells of heaven, there is joy today | | | | | | | |
d107 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d108 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d109 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d110 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d111 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d112 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sing the clouds away | | | | | | | |
d114 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d116 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d117 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d119 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d120 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide | | | | | | | |
d121 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d122 | There are many troubles that will burst like bubbles | | | | | | | |
d123 | There are stormy days of trouble that are hard to understand | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is a name to me so dear | | | | | | | |
d127 | There is a song in my heart today | | | | | | | |
d128 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d130 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d131 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d132 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |
d133 | Thou of life the fountain Head | | | | | | | |
d134 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d135 | To knights in the days of old, keeping vigil | | | | | | | |
d136 | Upon a [the] wide and stormy sea, Thou art [Thou'rt] sailing | | | | | | | |
d137 | Walking in the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d138 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d139 | Whatever life may bring you | | | | | | | |
d140 | What's the use of our complaining | | | | | | | |
d141 | When all my [the] labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
d142 | When comes to the weary a blessed release | | | | | | | |
d143 | When God's almighty hand | | | | | | | |
d144 | When I come to the end of the long, long road | | | | | | | |
d145 | When I shall come to the end of my way | | | | | | | |
d146 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d147 | When the cares of life assail me | | | | | | | |
d148 | Why should I feel discouraged | | | | | | | |
d149 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d150 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |