# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
d102 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d103 | O Zion [Sion], haste, thy [your] mission high fulfilling | | | | | | | |
d104 | Of Jesus' love that sought me, When I was lost | | | | | | | |
d105 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d106 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d107 | Open my [mine] eyes that I may see Glimpses of truth | | | | | | | |
d108 | Out of my bondage, sorrow and night | | | | | | | |
d109 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d110 | Praise him, praise him, Jesus, our blessed Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d111 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d112 | Ring the bells of heaven, there is joy today | | | | | | | |
d113 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d114 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d115 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d116 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d117 | Savior, Thy dying love Thou gavest me | | | | | | | |
d118 | Simply trusting every day | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d120 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d121 | Somebody loved me long ago | | | | | | | |
d122 | Someone is slighting the Savior today | | | | | | | |
d123 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d124 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d125 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d126 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d127 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sweet is the promise, I will not forget thee | | | | | | | |
d129 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d130 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d131 | Teach me, O Lord, to do whate'er my hand may find | | | | | | | |
d132 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d133 | Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart | | | | | | | |
d134 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d135 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want; He makes me down to lie | | | | | | | |
d136 | The name of Jesus is so sweet | | | | | | | |
d137 | The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
d138 | There can be no shadow but the sun shines there | | | | | | | |
d139 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
d140 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d141 | There shall be showers of blessing, this is the [God's] promise | | | | | | | |
d142 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d143 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d144 | There's a garden where Jesus is waiting | | | | | | | |
d145 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d146 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d147 | Thy word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
d148 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d149 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d150 | To knights in the days of old, keeping vigil | | | | | | | |
d151 | To love someone more dearly every day | | | | | | | |
d152 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
d153 | True hearted, whole hearted, faithful and loyal | | | | | | | |
d154 | Upon a [the] wide and stormy sea, Thou art [Thou'rt] sailing | | | | | | | |
d155 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d156 | We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing | | | | | | | |
d157 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d158 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d159 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d160 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d161 | What a wonderful change in my life has been | | | | | | | |
d162 | When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide | | | | | | | |
d163 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d164 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d165 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time shall be no more And the morning breaks eternal bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d166 | When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed | | | | | | | |
d167 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
d168 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d169 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d170 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d171 | Yes I have trials and I have woe | | | | | | | |
d172 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d173 | You may have the joybells ringing in your heart | | | | | | | |