# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | One by one, the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
d102 | One sweet [bright] flower has drooped and faded | | | | | | | |
d103 | Onward, onward, slow and steady | | | | | | | |
d104 | Our Father ever giveth | | | | | | | |
d105 | Praise, for the glorious light | | | | | | | |
d106 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
d107 | See, see, angels are near us | | | | | | | |
d108 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d109 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d110 | She's crossed the shining river | | | | | | | |
d111 | Should sorrow o'er thy brow | | | | | | | |
d112 | Silent watchers of the night | | | | | | | |
d113 | Slowly, by thy [God's] hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
d114 | Something sweet to think of | | | | | | | |
d115 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d116 | Speak the truth of heaven | | | | | | | |
d117 | Spring is coming, spring is coming | | | | | | | |
d118 | Star of progress, guide us onward | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sweet are the ties that bind in one | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sweet sister spirits, come | | | | | | | |
d121 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d122 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d123 | The cause of life and what it's meaning | | | | | | | |
d124 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
d125 | The earth hath treasures fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d126 | The hosts of God, they come to us | | | | | | | |
d127 | The leaves around thee falling, are speaking | | | | | | | |
d128 | The man of charity extends | | | | | | | |
d129 | The outward world is dark and drear | | | | | | | |
d130 | The perfect world by mortals trod | | | | | | | |
d131 | The seraphs bright are hovering | | | | | | | |
d132 | The soul should never deign to stoop | | | | | | | |
d133 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d134 | The spirits of loved ones | | | | | | | |
d135 | The sunny spirit passed from sight | | | | | | | |
d136 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | | | |
d137 | The voice of an angel | | | | | | | |
d138 | The world has much of beautiful | | | | | | | |
d139 | The world hath felt a quickening breath | | | | | | | |
d140 | Theories, which thousands cherish | | | | | | | |
d141 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is a book who runs [that all] may read | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is a book who thinks may read | | | | | | | |
d144 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d145 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d146 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d147 | There's a strife we all must wage | | | | | | | |
d148 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d149 | This world of strife is not our home | | | | | | | |
d150 | This world, sad and dreary | | | | | | | |
d151 | Thou art gone before us, brother | | | | | | | |
d152 | Thou God, beneath no temple's fane | | | | | | | |
d153 | Though far o'er the wide earth our footsteps | | | | | | | |
d154 | Though far o'er the wide earth our footsteps | | | | | | | |
d155 | Three angel [royal] spirits walk the earth | | | | | | | |
d156 | 'Tis education's potent arm | | | | | | | |
d157 | 'Tis the breath of the angels | | | | | | | |
d158 | Truth is dawning, see the morning | | | | | | | |
d159 | Unheard the dews around me fall | | | | | | | |
d160 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d161 | We are striving for the right, friends | | | | | | | |
d162 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d163 | We come, we come, from a land of love | | | | | | | |
d164 | We have come unto the mountains | | | | | | | |
d165 | We love no triumphs sprung of force | | | | | | | |
d166 | We love the Father, he's so good | | | | | | | |
d167 | Weep not for those who have passed from thy sight | | | | | | | |
d168 | Welcome, angels, pure and bright | | | | | | | |
d169 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d170 | We're dreaming tonight of the loved ones dear | | | | | | | |
d171 | What precept, Jesus, is like thine | | | | | | | |
d172 | When in the busy haunts of men | | | | | | | |
d173 | When, in the hours of vernal bloom | | | | | | | |
d174 | When morning's purple gates unfold | | | | | | | |
d175 | When sorrow on the spirit feeds | | | | | | | |
d176 | When the hours of day are numbered | | | | | | | |
d177 | Who is thy neighbor, he whom thou | | | | | | | |
d178 | Why should I pause, when at my door | | | | | | | |
d179 | Why should we mourn that changes come | | | | | | | |
d180 | Without haste, [and] without rest | | | | | | | |
d181 | Work out your mission while yet ye live on earth | | | | | | | |
d182 | Ye realms below the skies | | | | | | | |