# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The storm is awaking, The rocks are about thee | | | | | | | |
d202 | The things now veiled in mystery | | | | | | | |
d203 | The village choir was singing | | | | | | | |
d204 | The way to get rid of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
d205 | There is a beautiful service | | | | | | | |
d206 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d207 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d208 | There is a name of melody | | | | | | | |
d209 | There is great rejoicing in my soul | | | | | | | |
d210 | There is pardon, full and free | | | | | | | |
d211 | There is someone knocking at your heart's door | | | | | | | |
d212 | There is work that must be done | | | | | | | |
d213 | There's a bridge that spans the river | | | | | | | |
d214 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d215 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d216 | There's a pardon to be found | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's a song in my heart that my lips cannot sing | | | | | | | |
d218 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
d219 | There's a voice that calls for reapers | | | | | | | |
d220 | There's a wonderful theme in the gospel tongue | | | | | | | |
d221 | They are gathering over the silent stream | | | | | | | |
d222 | This earthly house is not enduring | | | | | | | |
d223 | This is the season of hope and grace | | | | | | | |
d224 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d225 | Though sometimes the storms sweep around me | | | | | | | |
d226 | Though the path of life be drear | | | | | | | |
d227 | Though under stormy skies I walk alone | | | | | | | |
d228 | 'Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung | | | | | | | |
d229 | To Jesus would I ever cling | | | | | | | |
d230 | To the cross of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d231 | To the field with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d232 | Too long have I wandered | | | | | | | |
d233 | Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded | | | | | | | |
d234 | We go forth by the King's command | | | | | | | |
d235 | We may lighten toil and care | | | | | | | |
d236 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d237 | Weary soul by sin oppressed, spend one hour with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d238 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d239 | What is making life so sweet | | | | | | | |
d240 | What kind of seed are you sowing today | | | | | | | |
d241 | What though God's servants travel as heralds | | | | | | | |
d242 | When all my [the] labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
d243 | When all the storms of life are o'er | | | | | | | |
d244 | When darkness is hedging my way | | | | | | | |
d245 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d246 | When I reach my home eternal | | | | | | | |
d247 | When I walk through the shadow and gloom | | | | | | | |
d248 | When life's breakers dash around you | | | | | | | |
d249 | When our toil below is ended | | | | | | | |
d250 | When the angel trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
d251 | When the clouds are dark above you | | | | | | | |
d252 | When the Lord shall call His people all together 'round the throne | | | | | | | |
d253 | When troubled my soul and when peace I would find | | | | | | | |
d254 | When upon the clouds of heaven | | | | | | | |
d255 | When you at the footstool of mercy | | | | | | | |
d256 | Where the golden grain is waving | | | | | | | |
d257 | While nature has her changing seasons | | | | | | | |
d258 | Why do you linger in darkness so long | | | | | | | |
d259 | Why stand ye here idle, there's labor for all | | | | | | | |
d260 | Wonderful gift from the Father above | | | | | | | |
d261 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d262 | Yes, Lord, I hear thee calling | | | | | | | |
d263 | You have heard of the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |