# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sinner, look to the Lamb who was slain on the | | | | | | | |
d102 | Soldiers who are fighting | | | | | | | |
d103 | Soon shall I rest in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d104 | Speak just a word for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d105 | Speak to my soul, dear Jesus | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sunlight now is gleaming, on the sparkling dews | | | | | | | |
d107 | Surrender to Jesus, just now | | | | | | | |
d108 | Surrender to Jesus today | | | | | | | |
d109 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d110 | Tell me the story of Jesus over and over again | | | | | | | |
d111 | The boys of today, so active and strong | | | | | | | |
d112 | The Master calleth for thee, my friend | | | | | | | |
d113 | The night is dark and starless | | | | | | | |
d114 | The night is dark, but God, my God, is here | | | | | | | |
d115 | The Savior called so lovingly | | | | | | | |
d116 | The Savior calls for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d117 | The shadows of time flee before the great dawn | | | | | | | |
d118 | The soul is a wonderful temple | | | | | | | |
d119 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a friend, kind above all others | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is help for your soul, O poor sinner | | | | | | | |
d122 | There's a blessing for you if you'll only rejoice | | | | | | | |
d123 | There's a fountain free flowing 'neath life's tree | | | | | | | |
d124 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d125 | There's a land of day, never far away | | | | | | | |
d126 | There's a story sweet and old, that is waiting to be told | | | | | | | |
d127 | There's a wire from earth to heaven | | | | | | | |
d128 | Though earthly things may not endure | | | | | | | |
d129 | Though often here we're weary, There is sweet rest above | | | | | | | |
d130 | Though the mystic veil of darkness | | | | | | | |
d131 | Three crosses stand grimly side by side | | | | | | | |
d132 | Through the clouds that hover o'er us | | | | | | | |
d133 | Through the meadows green, inviting | | | | | | | |
d134 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
d135 | 'Twas love that brought life unto men | | | | | | | |
d136 | Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded | | | | | | | |
d137 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d138 | Upon a lonely hill I see, one on the cruel | | | | | | | |
d139 | We are throwing out the life line tonight | | | | | | | |
d140 | We are told of a home in that city above | | | | | | | |
d141 | We are traveling over to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d142 | We are under marching orders, against the hosts of sin | | | | | | | |
d143 | We can give a cup of water | | | | | | | |
d144 | We have seen the Savior coming | | | | | | | |
d145 | We've a glorious hope to cheer us | | | | | | | |
d146 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d147 | What wonderful words in the Bible [gospel] | | | | | | | |
d148 | When parting tears our cheeks bedew | | | | | | | |
d149 | When saints of God in danger stood, he to their | | | | | | | |
d150 | When the gorgeous tints of morning | | | | | | | |
d151 | When the storms of life are over when the sails | | | | | | | |
d152 | When we have come to Jordan's tide there'll | | | | | | | |
d153 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d154 | Who, who are these [they] beside [beyond] the chilly wave | | | | | | | |
d155 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d156 | Would you be redeemed from all your guilt | | | | | | | |
d157 | Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good | | | | | | | |
d158 | Would you reach some useful plain | | | | | | | |
d159 | You are going to leave the old home, my boy | | | | | | | |
d160 | You have longed [looked] for sweet peace | | | | | | | |
d161 | You may have the joybells ringing in your heart | | | | | | | |