# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O the blessing that is mine today | | | | | | | |
d102 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d103 | Oft dark is the way, I cannot see | | | | | | | |
d104 | Once earth's pleasures I with joy received | | | | | | | |
d105 | Once I was bound by sin's galling fetters | | | | | | | |
d106 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d107 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d108 | Room for Jesus, can it be | | | | | | | |
d109 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d110 | Since I have found my Savior, each day he grows | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sing me the song of redemption | | | | | | | |
d112 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d113 | Some day the silver cord will break, and I | | | | | | | |
d114 | Somebody found me when I was astray | | | | | | | |
d115 | Star of the morning, again is shining | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d117 | The Lord has need of workers to fill his field today | | | | | | | |
d118 | The Master knows how weary grows the path | | | | | | | |
d119 | There are fields that to harvest are white | | | | | | | |
d120 | There are hearts that might be singing | | | | | | | |
d121 | There are mansions awaiting for you and for me | | | | | | | |
d122 | There are times when hearts are troubled | | | | | | | |
d123 | There came from the skies in the days long ago | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d125 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d126 | There's a city foursquare in the heavens | | | | | | | |
d127 | There's a joy that is filling my life today | | | | | | | |
d128 | There's a place that I know | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a robe that I shall wear | | | | | | | |
d130 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d131 | There's no disappointment in heaven, no weariness | | | | | | | |
d132 | There's One above all earthly friends | | | | | | | |
d133 | There's within my heart a melody | | | | | | | |
d134 | Though your path be lone and weary | | | | | | | |
d135 | Throw out the life line across the dark wave | | | | | | | |
d136 | 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give | | | | | | | |
d137 | To Jesus every day I find my heart is closer drawn | | | | | | | |
d138 | We are gathered, Lord, in thy holy name | | | | | | | |
d139 | We bowed neath the weight of the sorrow | | | | | | | |
d140 | When breaks the silver cord of life | | | | | | | |
d141 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d142 | When the burden of your sorrow | | | | | | | |
d143 | When the clouds come drifting | | | | | | | |
d144 | When the troubles crowd your pilgrim pathway | | | | | | | |
d145 | When you get to heaven, as you surely will | | | | | | | |
d146 | Which way shall I take, shouts a voice | | | | | | | |
d147 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d148 | While we [you] pray and while we plead | | | | | | | |
d149 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d150 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d151 | Would you be free from the [your] burden of sin | | | | | | | |