# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
d102 | Singing for Jesus, singing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d103 | Slow to anger, full of kindness | | | | | | | |
d104 | Softly on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
d105 | Soldiers of Jesus, remember | | | | | | | |
d106 | Speak from thy holy word | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sweetly sing, sweetly sing praises | | | | | | | |
d108 | Tell me, watchman on the steep | | | | | | | |
d109 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
d110 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d112 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is a home in glory | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is a name the prophets knew | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is a realm where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
d116 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is joy among the angels that fill the courts above | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a home for us in glory | | | | | | | |
d119 | They are waiting by the shore | | | | | | | |
d120 | 'Tis the season of Christmas | | | | | | | |
d121 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d122 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d123 | Travelers in a desert land | | | | | | | |
d124 | Up, for thy life, young soul | | | | | | | |
d125 | We are a group of happy children | | | | | | | |
d126 | We are traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d127 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d128 | Weak and sinful, O my Father | | | | | | | |
d129 | Weary not, my brother, cheerful be thy song | | | | | | | |
d130 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
d131 | We're happy, dear Savior, and shall we not sing | | | | | | | |
d132 | We're listed in a holy war | | | | | | | |
d133 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d134 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
d135 | When Christ was journeying here below | | | | | | | |
d136 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d137 | When saints gather round thee dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d138 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d139 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d140 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
d141 | When we've crossed the jasper sea | | | | | | | |
d142 | While walking the vale | | | | | | | |
d143 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d144 | Who is he in yonder stall | | | | | | | |
d145 | Why do we linger, we have | | | | | | | |
d146 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]