# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | On our way rejoicing, As we homeward move | | | | | | | |
d102 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d103 | One by one, the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
d104 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d105 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d106 | Open the door to the Savior | | | | | | | |
d107 | Our song shall be of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d108 | Over the valleys, hilltops and mountains | | | | | | | |
d109 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d110 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sadly bend the flowers in the heavy rain | | | | | | | |
d112 | Satan the tares is sowing | | | | | | | |
d113 | Savior, I come to Thee | | | | | | | |
d114 | Savior King, in hallowed union | | | | | | | |
d115 | Savior, let Thy love for me | | | | | | | |
d116 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d117 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d118 | Say, what will you do | | | | | | | |
d119 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sing of Jesus, chant the story | | | | | | | |
d121 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d123 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d124 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d125 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d126 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d127 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
d128 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is a city, fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is a home eternal, beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d134 | There is a land of grand delight | | | | | | | |
d135 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d136 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
d137 | There is joy in heaven today | | | | | | | |
d138 | There's a beautiful place for you and for me | | | | | | | |
d139 | There's a home for the blest | | | | | | | |
d140 | Thou art my Shepherd, Caring in every need | | | | | | | |
d141 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d142 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
d143 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d144 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d145 | Tranquil and peaceful is our [the] path to heaven | | | | | | | |
d146 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d147 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d148 | We are little travelers | | | | | | | |
d149 | We are marching to the beautiful, beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d150 | We march, we march to victory | | | | | | | |
d151 | We meet upon this lonely shore | | | | | | | |
d152 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d153 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d154 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d155 | Weary and sad with toil | | | | | | | |
d156 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d157 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d158 | When I walk in God's clear sunlight | | | | | | | |
d159 | When the morn is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d160 | When the storms of life | | | | | | | |
d161 | When thy heart is sad | | | | | | | |
d162 | When we get home to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d163 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d164 | While wayworn and weary | | | | | | | |
d165 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d166 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d167 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d168 | Who taught the bird [birds] to build her [their] nest [nests] | | | | | | | |
d169 | With love and praise our | | | | | | | |
d170 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d171 | Would you gain the best in life | | | | | | | |
d172 | Ye of every tongue | | | | | | | |
d173 | Ye temperance warriors brave | | | | | | | |
d174 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d175 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |