# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Out of darkest night into sunshine bright | | | | | | | |
d102 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d103 | Pressing on walking with Jesus every day | | | | | | | |
d104 | Ready, ready, fighting for the right | | | | | | | |
d105 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d106 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sin was once deceiving me | | | | | | | |
d108 | Since I journey toward heaven | | | | | | | |
d109 | Since Jesus has pardoned me from sin | | | | | | | |
d110 | Since Jesus washed my sins away, I'm finding joy | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sing praises to Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d112 | Singing, singing every day | | | | | | | |
d113 | Softly the shadows of twilight | | | | | | | |
d114 | Some day the Lord is coming again | | | | | | | |
d115 | Some happy time the Lord will come | | | | | | | |
d116 | Soon our labors will be ended | | | | | | | |
d117 | Soon the call will come to all | | | | | | | |
d118 | Soon we all must cross death's rolling sea | | | | | | | |
d119 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sweet is the carol that I sing | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sweet thoughts of home are still with me | | | | | | | |
d122 | The angels are singing to Jesus above | | | | | | | |
d123 | The field is white for harvest | | | | | | | |
d124 | The God of love I hope to see | | | | | | | |
d125 | The harvest is ready, my brother | | | | | | | |
d126 | The joys of life will not endure | | | | | | | |
d127 | The path wherein he leadeth me | | | | | | | |
d128 | The Savior gently calls for you | | | | | | | |
d129 | The sweetest place on earth to man | | | | | | | |
d130 | There comes a morn when I shall stand | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is a home above (Goen) | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is a stream of life | | | | | | | |
d134 | There will be a great convention | | | | | | | |
d135 | There's a grand old story I have often heard | | | | | | | |
d136 | There's a happy home in glory for the soul | | | | | | | |
d137 | There's a highway that's leading to mansions | | | | | | | |
d138 | There's a land of untold beauty | | | | | | | |
d139 | There's a land of wondrous beauty | | | | | | | |
d140 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d141 | There's a place just over yonder | | | | | | | |
d142 | There's an eye watching you | | | | | | | |
d143 | There's coming a glorious dawning | | | | | | | |
d144 | Though the sun be hidden from your view | | | | | | | |
d145 | Though we meet with trials | | | | | | | |
d146 | To the old cross I'm clinging | | | | | | | |
d147 | Travel in the upward way | | | | | | | |
d148 | We are going home to stay | | | | | | | |
d149 | We are happy to sing in praise | | | | | | | |
d150 | We are living in the evening of the gospel | | | | | | | |
d151 | We are often tossed about | | | | | | | |
d152 | We are on the road to the soul's abode | | | | | | | |
d153 | We loved you so, our darling one | | | | | | | |
d154 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d155 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d156 | What makes the world more brighter | | | | | | | |
d157 | When I was wandering in the night | | | | | | | |
d158 | When in death we fall asleep | | | | | | | |
d159 | When my fleeting days of life shall end | | | | | | | |
d160 | When the day of life is done | | | | | | | |
d161 | When the evening shadows gather | | | | | | | |
d162 | When the foes of truth assail | | | | | | | |
d163 | When the great day of all days comes to one | | | | | | | |
d164 | When the Savior came from heaven | | | | | | | |
d165 | While on earth we mortals stay | | | | | | | |
d166 | While traveling upon the sands of time | | | | | | | |
d167 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d168 | With our faithful pilot Jesus, we are sailing | | | | | | | |
d169 | Within my heart there is [there's] a song | | | | | | | |
d170 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |