# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d203 | Take me to the living fountain | | | | | | | |
d204 | The cross, it standeth fast | | | | | | | |
d205 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d206 | The disciples, they were tarrying | | | | | | | |
d207 | The feast is now ready and waiting | | | | | | | |
d208 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d209 | The holiest place stands open wide | | | | | | | |
d210 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter | | | | | | | |
d211 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d212 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d213 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
d214 | The time has come when we must part | | | | | | | |
d215 | The way our fathers traveled is good enough for | | | | | | | |
d216 | The way to heaven is beautiful | | | | | | | |
d217 | The white robed band of Jesus Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
d218 | There is a country calm and fair | | | | | | | |
d219 | There is a dear and hallowed spot | | | | | | | |
d220 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d221 | There is a home of wondrous beauty | | | | | | | |
d222 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d223 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
d224 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d225 | There is no sorrow, Lord, too light [slight] | | | | | | | |
d226 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
d227 | There shall be showers of blessing, falling | | | | | | | |
d228 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d229 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d230 | There's a great judgement day that is coming | | | | | | | |
d231 | There's a hill lone and gray, In a land far away | | | | | | | |
d232 | There's a home far away in that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d233 | There's a Rose that is blooming for you | | | | | | | |
d234 | There's an old fashioned house | | | | | | | |
d235 | They go to preach the blessed word | | | | | | | |
d236 | This is the sweetest story, wonderful, strange | | | | | | | |
d237 | This wide, wide world for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d238 | Those evening bells, those evening bells | | | | | | | |
d239 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d240 | To the fount of cleansing have you been | | | | | | | |
d241 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
d242 | Traveling to the better land | | | | | | | |
d243 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d244 | Upon the cross my Savior died, and for my sins was crucified | | | | | | | |
d245 | Walking in the sunlight, on I go each day | | | | | | | |
d246 | Walking in the sunshine of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d247 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d248 | We are Christian soldiers, Fighting for our King | | | | | | | |
d249 | We are soldiers true and valiant | | | | | | | |
d250 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d251 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d252 | We shall reach our home some day | | | | | | | |
d253 | We'll battle for the right | | | | | | | |
d254 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d255 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d256 | What ship is this that will [shall] take us all home | | | | | | | |
d257 | When as of old in her sadness | | | | | | | |
d258 | When dangers and temptations | | | | | | | |
d259 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d260 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d261 | When our journey here is o'er | | | | | | | |
d262 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d263 | When that awful day shall come | | | | | | | |
d264 | Where life's [the] crystal stream doth flow | | | | | | | |
d265 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d266 | While with one accord assembled | | | | | | | |
d267 | Will you go and speak to the lost ones here | | | | | | | |
d268 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d269 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d270 | Years have come and passed away | | | | | | | |