# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Are the days of long ago far sweeter | | | | | | | |
d2 | Beyond the sunset, O blissful morning | | | | | | | |
d3 | Dear Lord, take up the [my] tangled strands | | | | | | | |
d4 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d5 | I come to the garden alone | | | | | | | |
d6 | I do not know, why [how] oft round me | | | | | | | |
d7 | I grieved my Lord from day to day | | | | | | | |
d8 | I have walked alone with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d9 | I would love to tell you what I think of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d10 | If I have wounded any [a] soul today | | | | | | | |
d11 | If your own sorrows you want to forget | | | | | | | |
d12 | I'm longing, dear Lord, for that haven | | | | | | | |
d13 | In sorrow I wandered | | | | | | | |
d14 | Is there anyone can help us | | | | | | | |
d15 | It was alone the Savior prayed in dark Gethsemene | | | | | | | |
d16 | I've [I have] found a friend in Jesus, He's everything to me | | | | | | | |
d17 | King of my life, I crown thee now | | | | | | | |
d18 | Like the fragrance of flowers | | | | | | | |
d19 | Morning with Jesus when labor is ended | | | | | | | |
d20 | My Father is rich in houses and lands | | | | | | | |
d21 | My soul feels happy when I love my Jesus | | | | | | | |
d22 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d23 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d24 | On Calvary's brow there was planted a cross | | | | | | | |
d25 | She only touched the hem of his garment | | | | | | | |
d26 | Some folks they keep huntin' for sorrow | | | | | | | |
d27 | Somebody knows when your heart aches | | | | | | | |
d28 | Sometimes our skies are cloudy | | | | | | | |
d29 | Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart | | | | | | | |
d30 | There are shadows of sorrow that darken life's way | | | | | | | |
d31 | There is a name to me so dear | | | | | | | |
d32 | There is music in the air | | | | | | | |
d33 | There'll be light in the sky, from the palace on high | | | | | | | |
d34 | There's a garden of memory kissed by the sun | | | | | | | |
d35 | There's One who can comfort | | | | | | | |
d36 | Though your heart may be heavy | | | | | | | |
d37 | Through the mist [of years] I can seem to see | | | | | | | |
d38 | When comes to the weary a blessed release | | | | | | | |
d39 | When I, a poor, lost sinner, Before the Lord | | | | | | | |
d40 | When I shall come to the end of my way | | | | | | | |
d41 | When the cares of life assail me | | | | | | | |
d42 | When the sun of life fades into crimson and gold | | | | | | | |
d43 | When your heart is aching, turn to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d44 | Within my heart I hold a fadeless memory | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]