# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O mourner in [of] Zion, how blessed art thou | | | | | | | |
d102 | O the night of time soon shall pass away | | | | | | | |
d103 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d104 | O thou that hearest prayer, attend | | | | | | | |
d105 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d106 | O who is this that cometh from Edom | | | | | | | |
d107 | O why do wait the hour is growing late | | | | | | | |
d108 | O'er the borders of time | | | | | | | |
d109 | Oft in the conflict when cares | | | | | | | |
d110 | Oft I've heard my mother tell | | | | | | | |
d111 | Oft the way is dark and rugged | | | | | | | |
d112 | Oft times we're sorely troubled and discouraged | | | | | | | |
d113 | On the Rock of faith are you | | | | | | | |
d114 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d115 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d116 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d117 | Our precious Redeemer came down from on high | | | | | | | |
d118 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d119 | Out on life's broad ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d120 | Peace in Jesus I have found | | | | | | | |
d121 | Peacefully lay her [him] down to rest; Place the turf | | | | | | | |
d122 | Planted in Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
d123 | Praise him, praise him, praise the Creator | | | | | | | |
d124 | Pray thou for me the way is dark | | | | | | | |
d125 | Pressing on to the joys awaiting me | | | | | | | |
d126 | Return to the fold, the Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d127 | Ring on, sweet bells of Christmas time | | | | | | | |
d128 | Savior, keep us close to Thee as we journey day by day | | | | | | | |
d129 | Savior, while a pilgrim weary | | | | | | | |
d130 | Savior, who lovedst me | | | | | | | |
d131 | Search me, O God, and know my heart | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sing the praise of Christ the Lord | | | | | | | |
d133 | Some day, in yonder city | | | | | | | |
d134 | Some day we shall be freed | | | | | | | |
d135 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sometime, if faithful to my God | | | | | | | |
d137 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d138 | Stop tonight and think, my brother | | | | | | | |
d139 | Striving to follow the footsteps of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d141 | Tempest tossed, to thee, O God | | | | | | | |
d142 | Tender heart of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d143 | The clan has heard the bugle call | | | | | | | |
d144 | The gospel story is full | | | | | | | |
d145 | The knowledge of Christ | | | | | | | |
d146 | The Lord has filled my heart | | | | | | | |
d147 | The Lord is my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d148 | The Lord keep watch between us while we part | | | | | | | |
d149 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d150 | The Shepherd's heart is saddened | | | | | | | |
d151 | The tenderest Shepherd that ever was known | | | | | | | |
d152 | The time of the harvest is nigh | | | | | | | |
d153 | There are coming changes great | | | | | | | |
d154 | There are days of toil in the sowing time | | | | | | | |
d155 | There are mansions prepared for the people | | | | | | | |
d156 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d157 | There is an arm that never tires | | | | | | | |
d158 | There is no love like the love of Jesus, Never | | | | | | | |
d159 | There is perfect cleansing in the precious blood | | | | | | | |
d160 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d161 | There's a beautiful home in whose bliss we shall share | | | | | | | |
d162 | There's a broad, pleasant way | | | | | | | |
d163 | There's a city of gold, 'tis the joy of the soul | | | | | | | |
d164 | There's a great judgement day that is coming | | | | | | | |
d165 | There's a lighthouse flashing on | | | | | | | |
d166 | There's a message full of promise | | | | | | | |
d167 | They crucified my Savior | | | | | | | |
d168 | 'Tis enough for me to know | | | | | | | |
d169 | To the promised home in glory | | | | | | | |
d170 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d171 | 'Twill not be long, O my brother | | | | | | | |
d172 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d173 | Wake, ye sons and heirs of glory | | | | | | | |
d174 | Walking in the sunlight, on I go each day | | | | | | | |
d175 | We are happy children | | | | | | | |
d176 | We are happy in the service | | | | | | | |
d177 | We are marching to that stream | | | | | | | |
d178 | We are on our way to the realms of day | | | | | | | |
d179 | We are pilgrims in this lone, sad | | | | | | | |
d180 | We are sailing o'er the surging tide | | | | | | | |
d181 | We are saved by the grace of our God | | | | | | | |
d182 | We are sowing, ever sowing | | | | | | | |
d183 | We are traveling to a better land | | | | | | | |
d184 | We often sing of a city fair | | | | | | | |
d185 | We will praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d186 | Weary child, why faint and falter | | | | | | | |
d187 | We're a happy band | | | | | | | |
d188 | We're marching home to Canaan's land | | | | | | | |
d189 | We're sailing o'er an ocean wide | | | | | | | |
d190 | We're sailing to a far off shore | | | | | | | |
d191 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d192 | What a wondrous salvation | | | | | | | |
d193 | When a sudden sorrow comes | | | | | | | |
d194 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d195 | When the evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
d196 | When the light of hope burns dimly | | | | | | | |
d197 | When the Lord of heaven and earth appears | | | | | | | |
d198 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d199 | When the Son of man is seated | | | | | | | |
d200 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time | | | | | | | |