# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sower, what are the seeds | | | | | | | |
d102 | Star of morn | | | | | | | |
d103 | Stop and think, my wayward brother | | | | | | | |
d104 | Suffer little children, so the Master said | | | | | | | |
d105 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d106 | Take my hand and lead me, Father | | | | | | | |
d107 | Tenderly Jesus is calling today, wanderer | | | | | | | |
d108 | The Bible is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d109 | The heavens declare the glory of God | | | | | | | |
d110 | The Lord is my defense | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Lord is my Rock, he's my Fortress and Deliverer | | | | | | | |
d112 | The rocks and hills speak | | | | | | | |
d113 | The service of Jesus is easy | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is rest in the promise | | | | | | | |
d116 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
d117 | There's a crying void | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a fountain flowing freely | | | | | | | |
d119 | There's a message of salvation | | | | | | | |
d120 | There's danger in the flowing bowl | | | | | | | |
d121 | Though your sins be quite as scarlet | | | | | | | |
d122 | Toiling all night | | | | | | | |
d123 | Walking on the ribbed | | | | | | | |
d124 | We are soldiers of the Lord, marching on | | | | | | | |
d125 | We love the budding days of Spring | | | | | | | |
d126 | We may sing of a glorious | | | | | | | |
d127 | We sing along the way | | | | | | | |
d128 | We sing the name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d129 | We soon shall see the unseen land | | | | | | | |
d130 | We will follow where he leads us | | | | | | | |
d131 | We will sing the love | | | | | | | |
d132 | We've gathered these flowers | | | | | | | |
d133 | What if the Master should come tonight | | | | | | | |
d134 | What will you do with Jesus (Gabriel) | | | | | | | |
d135 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d136 | When the scenes of life | | | | | | | |
d137 | When weary and fainting | | | | | | | |
d138 | While there's a little seed for me to sow | | | | | | | |
d139 | Who knows you better | | | | | | | |
d140 | Will you do what you can for the Master's cause | | | | | | | |
d141 | Your mother is praying | | | | | | | |
d142 | You're striving to follow the Master | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]