# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d101 | See in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d102 | See, the purple wine is flowing | | | | | | | |
d103 | See where the living waters glide | | | | | | | |
d104 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d105 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d106 | Should the summons, quickly flying | | | | | | | |
d107 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d108 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d109 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d110 | Stand up, and bless the Lord, ye people | | | | | | | |
d111 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d113 | Tender Shepherd, help me | | | | | | | |
d114 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d115 | There are songs of joy that I loved to sing | | | | | | | |
d116 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d118 | There is no love like the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d119 | There's a home in the sweet by and by | | | | | | | |
d120 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
d121 | To the cross I long was clinging | | | | | | | |
d122 | To thy cross, dear Christ, I'm clinging | | | | | | | |
d123 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d124 | Tossing on the billow, rocking in the blast | | | | | | | |
d125 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d126 | We love to hear the story that angels | | | | | | | |
d127 | We never shall be happy if we walk | | | | | | | |
d128 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d129 | We shall have a new name in that land | | | | | | | |
d130 | Weary with walking alone | | | | | | | |
d131 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d132 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d133 | What is it that adorns the daily life | | | | | | | |
d134 | When I shall awake in that fair morn of morns | | | | | | | |
d135 | When Jesus shall gather the nations | | | | | | | |
d136 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d137 | When the rosy lights of morning | | | | | | | |
d138 | While sailing over life's stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d139 | White as snow, O what a promise | | | | | | | |
d140 | Who hath sorrow, who hath woe | | | | | | | |
d141 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d142 | Wrecked, 'tis a feeble word | | | | | | | |
d143 | Ye soldiers to the charge go forth | | | | | | | |
d144 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d145 | You ask me why so oft, papa | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]