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d101 | Sing the saddest, sweetest story | | | | | | | |
d102 | Singing praises to our King | | | | | | | |
d103 | Some of these days it won't be long | | | | | | | |
d104 | Some people seem to lag | | | | | | | |
d105 | Somebody is lonely, somebody is sad | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sweet heaven's a thought that is precious to me | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d108 | The church of God, a mighty hand | | | | | | | |
d109 | The light of heaven still shining | | | | | | | |
d110 | The Savior died on Calvary's cross | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Savior is nearer when I kneel in prayer | | | | | | | |
d112 | There is a city grand, Way up in glory land | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is a God somewhere | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is a home above | | | | | | | |
d116 | There is a home awaiting yonder | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is a home so we are told | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a home above God has built | | | | | | | |
d119 | There's a land shining bright | | | | | | | |
d120 | There's a pure and sinless mansion up above | | | | | | | |
d121 | There's a road to perdition | | | | | | | |
d122 | There's a roundup | | | | | | | |
d123 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d124 | Things of earth are seiftly passing | | | | | | | |
d125 | This life is burdened with many a care | | | | | | | |
d126 | This world is not our resting place | | | | | | | |
d127 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d128 | Though both path and sky are dark | | | | | | | |
d129 | Though stormy clouds are | | | | | | | |
d130 | To thee, most high, I sing thy praise | | | | | | | |
d131 | We gather round the table spread | | | | | | | |
d132 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d133 | We shall rest at eventide | | | | | | | |
d134 | We're sailing on life's rolling sea | | | | | | | |
d135 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d136 | When I stand before my Savior | | | | | | | |
d137 | When life on earth is over | | | | | | | |
d138 | When my work is through | | | | | | | |
d139 | When the evening sun sinks low | | | | | | | |
d140 | When we have crossed o'er | | | | | | | |
d141 | While Jesus is tenderly pleading, Throw open the door | | | | | | | |
d142 | Why don't you be like him | | | | | | | |
d143 | With my Lord I've made it right | | | | | | | |
d144 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d145 | You can make the pathway lighter | | | | | | | |
d146 | You gotta leave the lower rung | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]