# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O what if we are Christ's, is earthly shame or loss | | | | | | | |
d102 | O when shall I dwell in mansions bright | | | | | | | |
d103 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d104 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d105 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d106 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
d107 | Our life is but a fading dawn | | | | | | | |
d108 | Our loving Redeemer, we trust in thy word | | | | | | | |
d109 | Pleasant are the pastures where Jesus | | | | | | | |
d110 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your light | | | | | | | |
d111 | Rejoice, ye pure in heart | | | | | | | |
d112 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d113 | Savior and Lord of all | | | | | | | |
d114 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d115 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sing to the Lord the children's hymn | | | | | | | |
d117 | Soon will our suffering [weeping] time be o'er | | | | | | | |
d118 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d120 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d121 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
d122 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d123 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Sunday school army has gathered once more | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is a better world, they say | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
d127 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is no love like the love of Jesus, Never | | | | | | | |
d131 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d132 | This life, so brief, is full of grief | | | | | | | |
d133 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d134 | To whom, my Savior, shall I go | | | | | | | |
d135 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d136 | We dwell this side of Jordan's stream | | | | | | | |
d137 | When for me [us] the silent oar | | | | | | | |
d138 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d139 | When the weary seeking rest To Thy goodness | | | | | | | |
d140 | When we've crossed the jasper sea | | | | | | | |
d141 | While on life's stormy sea my bark is driven | | | | | | | |
d142 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d143 | Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway | | | | | | | |
d144 | Yes, kind Savior, grieving o'er the sad past | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]