| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Peaceful the morning, quiet the day | | | | | | | |
| d102 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
| d103 | Rouse up to work that waits for us | | | | | | | |
| d104 | Scatter kind words all around you | | | | | | | |
| d105 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
| d106 | Should autumn's golden days depart | | | | | | | |
| d107 | Silent night, peaceful night, all things sleep | | | | | | | |
| d108 | Sing Hosanna, blessed is he that comes | | | | | | | |
| d109 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
| d110 | Softly the echoes come and go | | | | | | | |
| d111 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
| d112 | Strew all their graves with flowers | | | | | | | |
| d113 | Strong in the living God | | | | | | | |
| d114 | Summer days once more are coming | | | | | | | |
| d115 | Sweet hour of eve, sweet hour of rest | | | | | | | |
| d116 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
| d117 | The days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
| d118 | The dewy, dewy rose of Sharon | | | | | | | |
| d119 | The golden rule, the golden rule | | | | | | | |
| d120 | The morning breaks, and angel chorus | | | | | | | |
| d121 | The morning is breaking, the daylight appears | | | | | | | |
| d122 | The rose is queen among the flowers | | | | | | | |
| d123 | The sleighbells jingle in their glee | | | | | | | |
| d124 | The still small voice that speaks within | | | | | | | |
| d125 | The Sunday school, the Sunday school, O 'tis the place I love | | | | | | | |
| d126 | There is a happy home | | | | | | | |
| d127 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
| d128 | There's a loving voice that calls | | | | | | | |
| d129 | There's beauty all around us | | | | | | | |
| d130 | There's good in everything we view | | | | | | | |
| d131 | They who seek the Father's face | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
| d133 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
| d134 | To thee, beneath whose eye each circling century | | | | | | | |
| d135 | To thee I have devoted my heart, my thought, my hand | | | | | | | |
| d136 | To thee, O God in heaven, this little one we bring | | | | | | | |
| d137 | To thee, O God, we offer our joyful songs | | | | | | | |
| d138 | Today a solemn stillness | | | | | | | |
| d139 | Trust in the Lord with all thine heart | | | | | | | |
| d140 | Turn, turn thy [the] hasty foot aside | | | | | | | |
| d141 | We all must go forth from the world | | | | | | | |
| d142 | We are a band of children | | | | | | | |
| d143 | We are a band of merry children | | | | | | | |
| d144 | We are marching onward to our home on high | | | | | | | |
| d145 | We are sailing o'er an ocean | | | | | | | |
| d146 | We come with songs of praise to thee | | | | | | | |
| d147 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
| d148 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
| d149 | Weary am I, go to rest | | | | | | | |
| d150 | Welcome, welcome is the greeting | | | | | | | |
| d151 | We're soldiers on duty | | | | | | | |
| d152 | What means this glory round our feet | | | | | | | |
| d153 | When does creation give praise to God | | | | | | | |
| d154 | When for me [us] the silent oar | | | | | | | |
| d155 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
| d156 | When little children go to sleep | | | | | | | |
| d157 | Who findeth heaven | | | | | | | |
| d158 | Why need I pine for stores of wealth | | | | | | | |
| d159 | With joyful hearts we look to thee, Beautiful vale of rest | | | | | | | |
| d160 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
| d161 | Would you know where the birds sing sweetest | | | | | | | |
| d162 | Yes, every cloud has a silver [sunny] side | | | | | | | |
| d163 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
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