# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | There is pardon in the cross of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d202 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d203 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d204 | There's a great judgement day that is coming | | | | | | | |
d205 | There's a judgment day and we drift that way | | | | | | | |
d206 | There's a story told by God's men | | | | | | | |
113 | There's never a day so sunny | [There's never a day so sunny] | | | | | | |
d208 | There's power in the gospel | | | | | | | |
d209 | Though the night be dark and dreary, Though the way | | | | | | | |
d210 | Through the shining gate, Where the angels wait | | | | | | | |
d211 | 'Tis a sweet and tender story | | | | | | | |
d212 | 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace | | | | | | | |
d213 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d214 | 'Tis the old ship of Zion | | | | | | | |
d215 | To the emblematic tomb | | | | | | | |
d216 | To the promised home in glory | | | | | | | |
d217 | Two little children were [came] strolling one day | | | | | | | |
d218 | Two roads lie before you, my brother | | | | | | | |
d219 | Wake, weary bride, from slumber | | | | | | | |
d220 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d221 | We read of the city where pure waters gleam | | | | | | | |
d222 | We shall anchor in the harbor | | | | | | | |
d223 | We shall meet beyond the river, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d224 | We speak of a land where the glorified dwell | | | | | | | |
d225 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d226 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d227 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d228 | What if your own were starving | | | | | | | |
d229 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d230 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d231 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d232 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d233 | When I was far away and lost Bowed down | | | | | | | |
d234 | When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide | | | | | | | |
d235 | When our pilgrimage is o'er | | | | | | | |
d236 | When the clouds of sorrow o'er you roll | | | | | | | |
d237 | When we come with banner flying | | | | | | | |
d238 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d239 | When we reach the golden city, When we pass | | | | | | | |
d240 | When we unite in prayer and song | | | | | | | |
d241 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
d242 | When your spirit bows in sorrow | | | | | | | |
d243 | Who will greet me first in heaven | | | | | | | |
d244 | Why should I fear or be alarmed | | | | | | | |
d245 | Why should I not be happy | | | | | | | |
d246 | With every power, with heart and soul | | | | | | | |
d247 | Wondrous it seemeth to me | | | | | | | |
d248 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d249 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d250 | You need to be washed in the blood | | | | | | | |
d251 | Youth's brightest hopes may fade away | | | | | | | |