# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Sing unto God, ye saints | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sinner, out upon life's highways | | | | | | | |
d203 | Soldiers of the cross, the trumpet calls to arms | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sometime, I cannot tell how soon | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sometimes the sun hides itself | | | | | | | |
d206 | Soon I'll cross the mystic river | | | | | | | |
d207 | Sow the seed in the morning | | | | | | | |
d208 | Speak a kind word for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d209 | Star of the east, Bethlehem's star | | | | | | | |
d210 | Sweet the holy name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d211 | Swing open the gates, O Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d212 | Teach me, Lord, to ever trust | | | | | | | |
d213 | The bloodstained banner of the cross | | | | | | | |
d214 | The great Teacher of men knows | | | | | | | |
d215 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
d216 | The light that shines within | | | | | | | |
d217 | The Lion of Judah goes forth in his might | | | | | | | |
d218 | The Master's voice is calling | | | | | | | |
d219 | The pearly gates stand open | | | | | | | |
d220 | The Prince of peace, the most Holy | | | | | | | |
d221 | The singing of the angels | | | | | | | |
d222 | The sky and sunshine o'er us | | | | | | | |
d223 | The tender Shepherd sought me | | | | | | | |
d224 | The time has come dear papa | | | | | | | |
d225 | The words that I have spoken | | | | | | | |
d226 | There are those, blessed Lord | | | | | | | |
d227 | There I saw Him robed in royalty | | | | | | | |
d228 | There is a beautiful service | | | | | | | |
d229 | There is a land beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d230 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d231 | There is a precious fountain | | | | | | | |
d232 | There is not a ray of sunlight | | | | | | | |
d233 | There is pardon, full and free | | | | | | | |
d234 | There is sunlight on the hills | | | | | | | |
d235 | There's a beautiful blossom called pity | | | | | | | |
d236 | There's a beautiful city | | | | | | | |
d237 | There's a beautiful home in that land far away | | | | | | | |
d238 | There's a beautiful home where the faithful will dwell | | | | | | | |
d239 | There's a beautiful land far away | | | | | | | |
d240 | There's a blessed saying that my heart doth | | | | | | | |
d241 | There's a charm and a blessing | | | | | | | |
d242 | There's a fountain flowing | | | | | | | |
d243 | There's a home where no shadow | | | | | | | |
d244 | There's a pardon to be found | | | | | | | |
d245 | There's a rest that remains | | | | | | | |
d246 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d247 | There's only one Friend | | | | | | | |
d248 | They that be wise shall shine | | | | | | | |
d249 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d250 | This same Jesus, O, how sweetly Fall those words | | | | | | | |
d251 | This world is not my resting place, Heaven's my home | | | | | | | |
d252 | Though all around on every hand | | | | | | | |
d253 | Though the night be long and drear | | | | | | | |
d254 | Through my soul like music stealing | | | | | | | |
d255 | Through the years of hope and promise | | | | | | | |
d256 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d257 | Tired of the world with its sin | | | | | | | |
d258 | 'Tis never too late to be sowing | | | | | | | |
d259 | To that bright celestial shore | | | | | | | |
d260 | Touch the harp gently | | | | | | | |
d261 | Under sinful condemnation | | | | | | | |
d262 | Under the shadow of thy wings | | | | | | | |
d263 | Very near, O Jesus keep me | | | | | | | |
d264 | We are but pilgrims far from home | | | | | | | |
d265 | We are daily marching onward | | | | | | | |
d266 | We are traveling home to heaven | | | | | | | |
d267 | We gather Lord around thy feet | | | | | | | |
d268 | We have heard the voice of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d269 | We lay us calmly down to sleep | | | | | | | |
d270 | We live upon too low a plain | | | | | | | |
d271 | We meet today to magnify | | | | | | | |
d272 | We see our Savior on ahead | | | | | | | |
d273 | We shall rest at eventide | | | | | | | |
d274 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d275 | Weary of earth, and laden with my sin | | | | | | | |
d276 | Weighed down with sin, with guilt oppressed | | | | | | | |
d277 | We're a band of singing Christians | | | | | | | |
d278 | We're going home to mansions | | | | | | | |
d279 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d280 | What a great fire kindled | | | | | | | |
d281 | What are you doing for Jesus (Hunter) | | | | | | | |
d282 | What bright visions come to me | | | | | | | |
d283 | What is heaven, a glorious | | | | | | | |
d284 | What more can I do, dear Jesus | | | | | | | |
d285 | What must I give up to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d286 | What path can be lonely if Jesus | | | | | | | |
d287 | When earth's labors are o'er | | | | | | | |
d288 | When memory with magic | | | | | | | |
d289 | When my barque I shall steer | | | | | | | |
d290 | When the cares of life have ended | | | | | | | |
d291 | When the march of life is over | | | | | | | |
d292 | When the pearly gates swing | | | | | | | |
d293 | When the skies are bright I've a song so light | | | | | | | |
d294 | When we are weary and by care | | | | | | | |
d295 | When we cross the ferry | | | | | | | |
d296 | Whene'er my heart grows heavy | | | | | | | |
d297 | Wheresoe'er I may go | | | | | | | |
d298 | While I'm toiling now here | | | | | | | |
d299 | While I'm tossed on life's rough sea | | | | | | | |
d300 | While toiling on life's rugged road | | | | | | | |