# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | The Galilean fishers toil | | | | | | | |
d102 | The Master has come over Jordan said Hanna | | | | | | | |
d103 | The merry world did, on a day | | | | | | | |
d104 | The night is far spent, and the day is at hand | | | | | | | |
d105 | The rocky path still climbs the glowing deep | | | | | | | |
d106 | The sick man in his chamber | | | | | | | |
d107 | The sun is sinking in the west | | | | | | | |
d108 | The tomb is empty wouldst thou have it full | | | | | | | |
d109 | The way seems dark about me | | | | | | | |
d110 | The wise men to thy cradle throne | | | | | | | |
d111 | The wonder working Master | | | | | | | |
d112 | The world against me, I against the world | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is an everlasting home | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d116 | There was a ship, one eve autumnal onward | | | | | | | |
d117 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d118 | They have stopped the sacred well | | | | | | | |
d119 | They talked of Jesus as they went | | | | | | | |
d120 | This earth is the court of a palace | | | | | | | |
d121 | Thou art, O God, my east, In thee I dawned | | | | | | | |
d122 | Thou Bread of life, upon thy tongue | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou didst love the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d124 | Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thou passest by, Thy awful step I hear | | | | | | | |
d126 | Thou, that on the first of Easters | | | | | | | |
d127 | Through miry paths I labored on | | | | | | | |
d128 | Through my life, thy spirit striving | | | | | | | |
d129 | Today 'tis Elim, with its palms and wells | | | | | | | |
d130 | True Bread of life, in pitying [loving] mercy | | | | | | | |
d131 | Trust me, no mere skill of subtle tracery | | | | | | | |
d132 | We have no home on earth below | | | | | | | |
d133 | We were not with the faithful few | | | | | | | |
d134 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d135 | Weary, working, plodding one | | | | | | | |
d136 | Were it from my heart alone | | | | | | | |
d137 | What countless crowd on Sion stands | | | | | | | |
d138 | What time the Savior spread his feast | | | | | | | |
d139 | When across the heart deep waves of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d140 | When across the inward thought | | | | | | | |
d141 | When apple blossoms in the spring | | | | | | | |
d142 | When Jesus came to earth of old | | | | | | | |
d143 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d144 | When the house doth sigh and weep | | | | | | | |
d145 | When wounded sore the stricken soul [heart] | | | | | | | |
d146 | Who for the like of me will care | | | | | | | |
d147 | With all the powers my poor soul [heart] hath | | | | | | | |
d148 | Ye have not sowed in vain | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]