# | Text | Tune | ![Text Info Text Info](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/info-text.png) | ![Tune Info Tune Info](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/info-tune.png) | ![Text Text](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/page-text.png) | ![Score Score](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/page-tune.png) | ![Page Scan Page Scan](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/camera.png) | ![Audio Audio](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/speaker.png) |
d101 | Sin's gloomy night was o'er me spread | | | | | | | |
d102 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sons of God, beloved in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d104 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d105 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d106 | That grand word, whosoever, is ringing through my soul | | | | | | | |
d107 | The fight is on, the trumpet sound is ringing out | | | | | | | |
d108 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d109 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d110 | The night is wild, and cloudland | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d112 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
d115 | There's a battle now to fight | | | | | | | |
d116 | There's a deep, silent river flowing just before | | | | | | | |
d117 | There's a glad song rings throughout the world | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d119 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d120 | There's a word of tender beauty | | | | | | | |
d121 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
d122 | Though like others, you're not gifted, You can shine | | | | | | | |
d123 | Though my feet incline to stray | | | | | | | |
d124 | Though the dearest of friends may forsake you | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d126 | 'Tis a true and faithful saying | | | | | | | |
d127 | 'Tis hard sometimes to understand | | | | | | | |
d128 | Trying to walk in the steps of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d129 | Veiled is the future before me | | | | | | | |
d130 | Walking in sunlight all of my journey | | | | | | | |
d131 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d132 | We shall walk with him in white | | | | | | | |
d133 | We will sing about the happy day | | | | | | | |
d134 | Weak and unworthy though I be | | | | | | | |
d135 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d136 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d137 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d138 | What a wonderful salvation, for its length | | | | | | | |
d139 | Whatever joys engross you | | | | | | | |
d140 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d141 | When Isr'l out of bondage came | | | | | | | |
d142 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d143 | When storms of life are round me beating | | | | | | | |
d144 | When the curtains are lifted, O what shall I | | | | | | | |
d145 | When wandering far Jesus sought me | | | | | | | |
d146 | While the fire of God is falling | | | | | | | |
d147 | Who will follow Jesus, standing for the right | | | | | | | |
d148 | Why should life a weary journey seem | | | | | | | |
d149 | Will our lamps be filled and ready | | | | | | | |
d150 | With outstretched hands and pleading tone | | | | | | | |
d151 | Work for the Master, answer his call | | | | | | | |
d152 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d153 | Would you be free from the [your] burden of sin | | | | | | | |
d154 | Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good | | | | | | | |
d155 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d156 | You may have the joybells ringing in your heart | | | | | | | |
d157 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |