# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Beckoning [Beautiful] hands at the gateway tonight | | | | | | | |
d2 | Blessed is the service of our Lord and King | | | | | | | |
d3 | Each step I take my Savior goes before me | | | | | | | |
d4 | God changeth not | | | | | | | |
d5 | Have you read the story of the Cross | | | | | | | |
d6 | I am weak but thou art strong | | | | | | | |
d7 | I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace | | | | | | | |
d8 | I was drifting away on life's pitiless sea | | | | | | | |
d9 | If I walk in the pathway of duty | | | | | | | |
d10 | If the world from you withhold of [all] its silver and its gold | | | | | | | |
d11 | If when you give the best of your service | | | | | | | |
d12 | In a lonely graveyard [churchyard], many miles away | | | | | | | |
d13 | In this world I've tried most everything And I'm happy now to say | | | | | | | |
d14 | Kneel down by the side of your mother | | | | | | | |
d15 | Life is like a mountain railroad | | | | | | | |
d16 | Nothing between my soul and the [my] Savior | | | | | | | |
d17 | O how well I remember | | | | | | | |
d18 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d19 | Often I've watched the clouds | | | | | | | |
d20 | Once my soul was astray from the heavenly way | | | | | | | |
d21 | Sweet is the promise, I will not forget thee | | | | | | | |
d22 | Teach me to pray, Lord, teach me to pray | | | | | | | |
d23 | The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter | | | | | | | |
d24 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
d25 | There are some things I may not know | | | | | | | |
d26 | There waits for me a glad tomorrow | | | | | | | |
d27 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d28 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d29 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d30 | There's a hill lone and gray, In a land far away | | | | | | | |
d31 | They told me love's sweetest old story | | | | | | | |
d32 | They told me the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d33 | Walking along life's road one day | | | | | | | |
d34 | Well wife, I've found the model church | | | | | | | |
d35 | We're floating down the stream of time | | | | | | | |
d36 | When days are dark and trials | | | | | | | |
d37 | When I come to the river at ending of day | | | | | | | |
d38 | When I was but a little child | | | | | | | |
d39 | When judgment day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d40 | When my way groweth drear, precious Lord | | | | | | | |
d41 | When rough is my journey and heavy the load | | | | | | | |
d42 | When the storms of life are raging stand by me | | | | | | | |
d43 | You need never be in doubt | | | | | | | |
d44 | You're sighing today neath a burden of care | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]