| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Tell me, sun, in the clear blue sky | | | | | | | |
| d102 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
| d103 | The Sabbath day has reached its close | | | | | | | |
| d104 | The sun rose clear on Sabbath morn | | | | | | | |
| d105 | The Sunday school is my delight, O let us hasten | | | | | | | |
| d106 | The sweet spring time is here | | | | | | | |
| d107 | The young, the loved, the beautiful | | | | | | | |
| d108 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
| d109 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
| d110 | There is a land of love | | | | | | | |
| d111 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
| d112 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
| d113 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d114 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
| d115 | There's a beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone | | | | | | | |
| d116 | There's a voice in the air | | | | | | | |
| d117 | There's work enough, there's work enough | | | | | | | |
| d118 | They are waiting for the coming | | | | | | | |
| d119 | To our homes we now are going | | | | | | | |
| d120 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
| d121 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
| d122 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
| d123 | We love the shining stars | | | | | | | |
| d124 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
| d125 | Weary of earthly care | | | | | | | |
| d126 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
| d127 | We're watching for Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d128 | What did our Lord and Savior say | | | | | | | |
| d129 | What does every good child say | | | | | | | |
| d130 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d131 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
| d132 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
| d133 | When my mother's hands are o'er me spread | | | | | | | |
| d134 | When our earthly sun is setting | | | | | | | |
| d135 | When the rosy morning dawneth | | | | | | | |
| d136 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
| d137 | Where do you journey, my brother | | | | | | | |
| d138 | While pilgrims on our journey here [home] | | | | | | | |
| d139 | While we're singing | | | | | | | |
| d140 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
| d141 | Who has our Redeemer heard | | | | | | | |
| d142 | Will our songs be echoed there | | | | | | | |
| d143 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]
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