# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d201 | There lives a voice within me | | | | | | | |
d202 | There's a wonderful tree, a wonderful tree | | | | | | | |
d203 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d204 | Thou hast fallen in thine armor | | | | | | | |
d205 | To and fro, to and fro, hear the tread of little children | | | | | | | |
d206 | To thee I have devoted my heart, my thought, my hand | | | | | | | |
d207 | To thee, O God in heaven, this little one we bring | | | | | | | |
d208 | To thee, O God, we offer our joyful songs | | | | | | | |
d209 | To thee, the Lord almighty | | | | | | | |
d210 | Today a solemn stillness | | | | | | | |
d211 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d212 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
d213 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d214 | We are marching onward to our home on high | | | | | | | |
d215 | We come, O God, with gladness | | | | | | | |
d216 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d217 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d218 | Weary am I, go to rest | | | | | | | |
d219 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
d220 | Welcome, welcome is the greeting | | | | | | | |
d221 | We're soldiers on duty | | | | | | | |
d222 | We've hands that are willing | | | | | | | |
d223 | What means this glory round our feet | | | | | | | |
d224 | What shall little children bring as a grateful offering | | | | | | | |
d225 | Whate'er my [our] God ordains is right | | | | | | | |
d226 | When evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
d227 | When for me [us] the silent oar | | | | | | | |
d228 | When the morn is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d229 | When the rosy beams of morning | | | | | | | |
d230 | When warmer suns and bluer skies | | | | | | | |
d231 | Where is the Christian's fatherland | | | | | | | |
d232 | Whichever way the wind doth blow | | | | | | | |
d233 | With banner and with song | | | | | | | |
d234 | With joy we greet thy glad return | | | | | | | |
d235 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d236 | Would you gain the best in life | | | | | | | |
d237 | You're starting my boy [soul] [today] on life's journey | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]