# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Pressing on, pressing on, never weary | | | | | | | |
d102 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d103 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d105 | See the merry, merry sunshine, as it comes | | | | | | | |
d106 | See the mighty army now advancing | | | | | | | |
d107 | She hath done what she could, said the Master | | | | | | | |
d108 | Sin has thrown its arrows round me | | | | | | | |
d109 | Sin like a pall spread o'er my way | | | | | | | |
d110 | Sing, joyfully sing, with hearts full of joy | | | | | | | |
d111 | Soldiers, hark, the trumpet is calling to battle | | | | | | | |
d112 | Soldiers of the cross, the trumpet calls to arms | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d114 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sweet are the promises found in thy word | | | | | | | |
d116 | Swiftly speeds the hour we must part | | | | | | | |
d117 | Tell to me the sweet old story of the Babe | | | | | | | |
d118 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d119 | The old, old year with its joys | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is a land of glory bright as day | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is much we can do for the Master | | | | | | | |
d124 | There's a glittering star overhead | | | | | | | |
d125 | There's a land beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
d126 | They shall gather at last from all nations | | | | | | | |
d127 | They shall hunger no more for the bread of his love | | | | | | | |
d128 | Though the night be dark and dreary, Though the way | | | | | | | |
d129 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d130 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d131 | To the happy land of promise we are going | | | | | | | |
d132 | Two roads are before you today, my brother | | | | | | | |
d133 | Upon the Sunday morn how sweet | | | | | | | |
d134 | We are beams of sunshine bright | | | | | | | |
d135 | We are loyal Christian soldiers neath the banner | | | | | | | |
d136 | We are on our way to the realm of joy | | | | | | | |
d137 | We are sailing to a port of endless glory | | | | | | | |
d138 | We are soldiers for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d139 | We are soldiers in the army, We are under marching orders | | | | | | | |
d140 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d141 | We read of the city where pure waters gleam | | | | | | | |
d142 | We shall be like him, O beautiful thought | | | | | | | |
d143 | Weary pilgrim, welcome home | | | | | | | |
d144 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d145 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d146 | What gives life its fondest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d147 | What if today the sun is hid | | | | | | | |
d148 | When bursts the morning so clear and so bright | | | | | | | |
d149 | When dangers and temptations | | | | | | | |
d150 | When earth and its sorrows try me | | | | | | | |
d151 | When the foes oppressed God's people | | | | | | | |
d152 | When you come to Jordan's river | | | | | | | |
d153 | Who bids, who bids for the souls of men | | | | | | | |
d154 | Who can sing the wondrous love of the Son | | | | | | | |
d155 | With Jesus as your Savior | | | | | | | |
d156 | Wonderful words our Father has given | | | | | | | |
d157 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d158 | Would you know earth's highest happiness | | | | | | | |
d159 | You are standing, you are standing | | | | | | | |
d160 | You have gone far astray | | | | | | | |