# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Stand for the right, though falsehood rail | | | | | | | |
d202 | Step forward, dear friends, and keep time | | | | | | | |
d203 | Summer in the lap of autumn | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sweet darling of the mother's heart | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sweet is the hour that brings us home | | | | | | | |
d206 | Sweet is the song of birds | | | | | | | |
d207 | Sweet peace, descend with noiseless wing | | | | | | | |
d208 | Sweet star of hope, so clear and bright | | | | | | | |
d209 | The buds are bursting in the vales | | | | | | | |
d210 | The darkness and sorrow of earth | | | | | | | |
d211 | The days gone by | | | | | | | |
d212 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
d213 | The earth hath treasures fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d214 | The fields with flowers are blowing | | | | | | | |
d215 | The flowers will bloom when we are gone | | | | | | | |
d216 | The gloomiest day hath gleams of light | | | | | | | |
d217 | The harp at nature's advent strung | | | | | | | |
d218 | The loving Friend to all who bowed | | | | | | | |
d219 | The man of charity extends | | | | | | | |
d220 | The moonbeam on the billowy deep | | | | | | | |
d221 | The path of the soul through this desert | | | | | | | |
d222 | The perfect world by mortals trod | | | | | | | |
d223 | The pure the bright and the beautiful | | | | | | | |
d224 | The race of life is passing love | | | | | | | |
d225 | The river is dark and the waves are cold | | | | | | | |
d226 | The splendor falls on churches' walls | | | | | | | |
d227 | The sun may warm [raise] the grass to life [light] | | | | | | | |
d228 | The sunny spirit passed from sight | | | | | | | |
d229 | The temperance ball is rolling | | | | | | | |
d230 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | | | |
d231 | The voice of an angel | | | | | | | |
d232 | The world grows old, and men grow cold | | | | | | | |
d233 | The world hath felt a quickening breath | | | | | | | |
d234 | There are beautiful fields | | | | | | | |
d235 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d236 | There are moments when life's shadows | | | | | | | |
d237 | There is a book who thinks may read | | | | | | | |
d238 | There is a garden where evermore bloom | | | | | | | |
d239 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d240 | There is a place of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d241 | There is many a rest in [on] the road of life | | | | | | | |
d242 | There is no death, The stars go down | | | | | | | |
d243 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d244 | There's a beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone | | | | | | | |
d245 | There's a fount of magnetic life flowing | | | | | | | |
d246 | There's a home for the poor on that beautiful shore | | | | | | | |
d247 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d248 | They are the pioneers that bring the world | | | | | | | |
d249 | They told me she was lost to me | | | | | | | |
d250 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d251 | Think me not unkind and rude | | | | | | | |
d252 | This gladsome life, when free from strife | | | | | | | |
d253 | This world of strife is not our home | | | | | | | |
d254 | Thou art gone before us, brother | | | | | | | |
d255 | Thou art gone, thou art gone to a land more fair | | | | | | | |
d256 | Thou God, beneath no temple's fane | | | | | | | |
d257 | Thou hast passed the shadowy portal | | | | | | | |
d258 | Though sunny day has nearly past | | | | | | | |
d259 | Though they may lay beneath the ground | | | | | | | |
d260 | 'Tis a law of our being most pointedly shown | | | | | | | |
d261 | 'Tis bright where'er the heart is | | | | | | | |
d262 | True Sun, upon our souls arise | | | | | | | |
d263 | Truth to the nations round | | | | | | | |
d264 | Two loving clouds at morning | | | | | | | |
d265 | Unto the friend that has clothed it | | | | | | | |
d266 | Up, mortal, and act while the angel of light | | | | | | | |
d267 | Waken, toilers, light is breaking | | | | | | | |
d268 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d269 | Watchman, what of the night | | | | | | | |
d270 | We come an angel band to greet | | | | | | | |
d271 | We come, we come, from a land of love | | | | | | | |
d272 | We come, we come, with our harps of gold | | | | | | | |
d273 | We gather them in, the bright green leaves | | | | | | | |
d274 | We give you joyous greeting | | | | | | | |
d275 | We have come unto the mountains | | | | | | | |
d276 | We have no triumphs sprung of force | | | | | | | |
d277 | Weep not, God's angel now is standing by us | | | | | | | |
d278 | Welcome, angels, pure and bright | | | | | | | |
d279 | Welcome her back to the board and the hearth | | | | | | | |
d280 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d281 | We're dreaming tonight of the loved ones dear | | | | | | | |
d282 | What does little birdie say | | | | | | | |
d283 | What gentle music wakens me | | | | | | | |
d284 | What needs a conscience, clear and bright | | | | | | | |
d285 | What though clouds are o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d286 | When for me [us] the silent oar | | | | | | | |
d287 | When in despondency's dark path | | | | | | | |
d288 | When in the busy haunts of men | | | | | | | |
d289 | When, in the hours of vernal bloom | | | | | | | |
d290 | When laughing joy makes glad our way | | | | | | | |
d291 | When morning's purple gates unfold | | | | | | | |
d292 | When night, advancing queenly | | | | | | | |
d293 | When our wearied eyes shall close | | | | | | | |
d294 | When sorrow on the spirit feeds | | | | | | | |
d295 | When the bright morning star the new daylight | | | | | | | |
d296 | When the day of life is dreary | | | | | | | |
d297 | When the morn awakes in glory | | | | | | | |
d298 | When we go let no wail in the mansion | | | | | | | |
d299 | Where the broad Pacific waters | | | | | | | |
d300 | Where the roses ne'er shall wither | | | | | | | |