# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d202 | The nail peirced hand's the only hand | | | | | | | |
d203 | The Savior has left upon record for me | | | | | | | |
d204 | The Savior has prepared for me | | | | | | | |
d205 | The sweetest story that e'er was heard | | | | | | | |
d206 | The waves may swell the tempest rave | | | | | | | |
d207 | There came from the skies in the days long ago | | | | | | | |
d208 | There comes a morn, A happy morn | | | | | | | |
d209 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d210 | There is a homeland waiting | | | | | | | |
d211 | There is no peace my soul can find | | | | | | | |
d212 | There is one who for me died | | | | | | | |
d213 | There is pardon, full and free | | | | | | | |
d214 | There was never a cry of a sinsick soul | | | | | | | |
d215 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d216 | There will dawn a happy morning | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d218 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d219 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
d220 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d221 | There's a mighty fight still raging | | | | | | | |
d222 | There's a place of rest in the world on high | | | | | | | |
d223 | There's a precious yield in the harvest field | | | | | | | |
d224 | There's a road which leads to life | | | | | | | |
d225 | There's a rose that blooms for me | | | | | | | |
d226 | There's a royal banner given for display | | | | | | | |
d227 | There's no one else like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d228 | There's One who left glory to die for my soul | | | | | | | |
d229 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d230 | This earthly house is not enduring | | | | | | | |
d231 | This is the prayer that I offer each day | | | | | | | |
d232 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d233 | Though darkness once hung o'er my way | | | | | | | |
d234 | Though our Lord has gone to realms above | | | | | | | |
d235 | Through my soul like music stealing | | | | | | | |
d236 | Through the shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
d237 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d238 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d239 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
d240 | To my Lord I have been clinging | | | | | | | |
d241 | Travel onward, pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d242 | 'Twas love that brought my Savior down | | | | | | | |
d243 | We are not very big, we know | | | | | | | |
d244 | We are waiting, we are listening for the trump | | | | | | | |
d245 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d246 | We must not disappoint our God | | | | | | | |
d247 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d248 | We read in the book of a Savior | | | | | | | |
d249 | We shall see the face of the King of grace | | | | | | | |
d250 | We're told of a land beyond the blue sky | | | | | | | |
d251 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d252 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d253 | What a joy it will be when we meet each other | | | | | | | |
d254 | What an anthem we shall raise | | | | | | | |
d255 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d256 | What kind of life is yours today | | | | | | | |
d257 | What lies before my soul on the morrow | | | | | | | |
d258 | What will it matter in the bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d259 | When daybreak comes and shadows flee | | | | | | | |
d260 | When God's children cease to roam | | | | | | | |
d261 | When I behold the wonders of my God on high | | | | | | | |
d262 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d263 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d264 | When my journey on earth has been ended | | | | | | | |
d265 | When o'erwhelming billows roll | | | | | | | |
d266 | When our pilgrimage is o'er | | | | | | | |
d267 | When the cares of this life are all ended | | | | | | | |
d268 | When the deep shadows linger around you | | | | | | | |
d269 | When the King awakened in His lowly grave | | | | | | | |
d270 | When the path is hard to see | | | | | | | |
d271 | When the saved of all earth shall be gathered | | | | | | | |
d272 | When the shadows fall and the shepherds call | | | | | | | |
d273 | When the shepherd went seeking the wandering | | | | | | | |
d274 | When the trumpet shall sound and the dead | | | | | | | |
d275 | When this dreary life here below is ended | | | | | | | |
d276 | When to Zion the saints shall return | | | | | | | |
d277 | When tossed upon some stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d278 | When upon the clouds of heaven | | | | | | | |
d279 | When we get to the end of our journey | | | | | | | |
d280 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d281 | When you at the footstool of mercy | | | | | | | |
d282 | When your heart is sad from the grief it bears | | | | | | | |
d283 | Where the golden grain is waving | | | | | | | |
d284 | While nature has her changing seasons | | | | | | | |
d285 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d286 | Will you go and speak to the lost ones here | | | | | | | |
d287 | With my past forgiven, on the way to heaven | | | | | | | |
d288 | Wonderful gift from the Father above | | | | | | | |
d289 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d290 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d291 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d292 | Your mother is your friend | | | | | | | |