| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | One bleak day I heard God say | | | | | | | |
| d102 | One day a mother came to the prison | | | | | | | |
| d103 | One day I heard a still, small voice | | | | | | | |
| d104 | One day my soul was saved from the fall | | | | | | | |
| d105 | One ship drives east and one drives west | | | | | | | |
| d106 | Past sorrow's cloud, life's sun shines | | | | | | | |
| d107 | Peace, perfect peace from my guilt I am free | | | | | | | |
| d108 | Preaching is daily leading souls aright | | | | | | | |
| d109 | Press along rejoicing each passing day | | | | | | | |
| d110 | Sing of a land where freedom reigns | | | | | | | |
| d111 | Sinner, how about your soul | | | | | | | |
| d112 | Slowly the evening sun was sinking | | | | | | | |
| d113 | So many seek pleasures | | | | | | | |
| d114 | Some golden morn, some happy day | | | | | | | |
| d115 | Some people like a gilded cage | | | | | | | |
| d116 | Sometime, when I am deep in sin | | | | | | | |
| d117 | Sometimes I grieve in sorrow | | | | | | | |
| d118 | Sometimes up and sometimes down | | | | | | | |
| d119 | Sweet is the song I'm singing | | | | | | | |
| d120 | The Bible tells in Luke nineteen | | | | | | | |
| d121 | The prodigal son found it | | | | | | | |
| d122 | There is a light ever shining | | | | | | | |
| d123 | There is a place just o'er the sea | | | | | | | |
| d124 | There is a place of gladness | | | | | | | |
| d125 | There is a story covered with glory | | | | | | | |
| d126 | There's a city of joy and rapture | | | | | | | |
| d127 | There's a homecoming day up in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d128 | There's a story in the Bible | | | | | | | |
| d129 | This life is like a day of time | | | | | | | |
| d130 | Though she is lying full six feet | | | | | | | |
| d131 | Traveling on, singing a song | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Traveling through life, trouble and strife | | | | | | | |
| d133 | True love for you and me | | | | | | | |
| d134 | Wake up, O sinner, God needs a winner | | | | | | | |
| d135 | We never know at the dawn of day | | | | | | | |
| d136 | Weary here, but I must travel some more | | | | | | | |
| d137 | What a wonderful feeling, just to know he is mine | | | | | | | |
| d138 | When cares of earth your soul oppress | | | | | | | |
| d139 | When I was but a child | | | | | | | |
| d140 | When my toiling is over at setting of sun | | | | | | | |
| d141 | When my trials are ended, over and past | | | | | | | |
| d142 | When the cares of life shall have passed | | | | | | | |
| d143 | When the fervent heat of judgment comes | | | | | | | |
| d144 | When the loud trumpet sound we hear | | | | | | | |
| d145 | When the storms of life sweep o'er my soul | | | | | | | |
| d146 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound | | | | | | | |
| d147 | When toiling is ended and my burdens are laid | | | | | | | |
| d148 | When your life is sad and lonely | | | | | | | |
| d149 | Wherever I roam, in joy or sorrow | | | | | | | |
| d150 | While in this lonely world I plod | | | | | | | |
| d151 | While traveling through a weary land | | | | | | | |
| d152 | While we're praying, while we're pleading | | | | | | | |
| d153 | Who conquers the world beneath the sun | | | | | | | |
| d154 | Why must it be, dear Lord, I now ask | | | | | | | |
| d155 | With every rising of the sun | | | | | | | |
| d156 | Workers on a building rare building for eternity | | | | | | | |
| d157 | Would you like to travel up the highway | | | | | | | |
| d158 | You have read the Holy Bible | | | | | | | |
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