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d101 | The coming of the blessed Lord | | | | | | | |
d102 | The dead in Christ are only sleeping | | | | | | | |
d103 | The eye of faith may still behold | | | | | | | |
d104 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d105 | The night draws near, the evening star | | | | | | | |
d106 | The ninety and nine that were safe in the fold | | | | | | | |
d107 | The ship of salvation is sailing along | | | | | | | |
d108 | The waters of the mystic stream | | | | | | | |
d109 | There are bright and beautiful mansions | | | | | | | |
d110 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d111 | There is a land, a land of beauty | | | | | | | |
d112 | There's a beautiful city, beyond the dark tide | | | | | | | |
d113 | There's a call that comes to thee | | | | | | | |
d114 | There's a city far away | | | | | | | |
d115 | There's a fountain flowing freely | | | | | | | |
d116 | There's a fountain that's flowing | | | | | | | |
d117 | There's a home for the soul | | | | | | | |
d118 | This darling one from us is gone | | | | | | | |
d119 | Those beautiful, beautiful fields of grain | | | | | | | |
d120 | Thou art gone, our precious darling | | | | | | | |
d121 | Though my life hath many sorrows | | | | | | | |
d122 | Though the way be e'er so lonely | | | | | | | |
d123 | Through the white and waiting fields | | | | | | | |
d124 | 'Tis harvest time, O hear the call | | | | | | | |
d125 | 'Tis the harvest time, and the fields are white | | | | | | | |
d126 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d127 | Toiling for the Master, working in his vineyard | | | | | | | |
d128 | We are floating down life's river | | | | | | | |
d129 | We are happy children, toiling for our King | | | | | | | |
d130 | We are nearing the banks of the river | | | | | | | |
d131 | We are on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d132 | We are pilgrims on a journey | | | | | | | |
d133 | We are sowing seed for the harvest time | | | | | | | |
d134 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d135 | We read of a home beyond death's dark sea | | | | | | | |
d136 | We saw him laid within the tomb | | | | | | | |
d137 | We will praise the Lord for his wonderful love | | | | | | | |
d138 | Weary, wayworn sinner, on the broad highway | | | | | | | |
d139 | We're a pilgrim band, marching through the land | | | | | | | |
d140 | We're now a happy pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d141 | What wondrous love that Jesus came | | | | | | | |
d142 | When all the clouds of darkness break | | | | | | | |
d143 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d144 | When my life on earth is ended, And my race | | | | | | | |
d145 | When our life work is ended | | | | | | | |
d146 | When our loved ones pass away | | | | | | | |
d147 | When the angel of the Lord declares | | | | | | | |
d148 | When the journey toilsome grows | | | | | | | |
d149 | When the morn is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d150 | When the path is unknown | | | | | | | |
d151 | When the shadows gather And life's troubles | | | | | | | |
d152 | When the trump of God shall sound | | | | | | | |
d153 | When the voice of God shall call | | | | | | | |
d154 | When the world my heart is rending | | | | | | | |
d155 | Wherever I go, whatever I do | | | | | | | |
d156 | While speeding along through life here below | | | | | | | |
d157 | While struggling alone on life's road | | | | | | | |
d158 | While the tempest was raging on lake Galilee | | | | | | | |
d159 | While toiling on life's rugged road | | | | | | | |
d160 | With my Savior I'm abiding | | | | | | | |
d161 | With raptured voices let us sing | | | | | | | |
d162 | Would you in that meeting, of the great soul | | | | | | | |