# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d202 | There is cleansing in the blood of the blessed Son of God | | | | | | | |
d203 | There was power, O Lord, in the days of old | | | | | | | |
d204 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d205 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d206 | There's a dark and a troubled side of life | | | | | | | |
d207 | There's a firm sheltering rock | | | | | | | |
d208 | There's a glad song ringing in my heart today | | | | | | | |
d209 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d210 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d211 | There's a word of tender beauty | | | | | | | |
d212 | Though I may not understand it | | | | | | | |
d213 | Though your sins be as scarlet | | | | | | | |
d214 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d215 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d216 | To the weak and worn and weary | | | | | | | |
d217 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d218 | True hearted, whole hearted, faithful and loyal | | | | | | | |
d219 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d220 | Vile and sinful though my heart may be | | | | | | | |
d221 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d222 | We find many people who can't understand | | | | | | | |
d223 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d224 | We shall see him and be like him | | | | | | | |
d225 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d226 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d227 | What a wonderful change in my life has been | | | | | | | |
d228 | Whatever joys engross you | | | | | | | |
d229 | When by thoughts of sin | | | | | | | |
d230 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d231 | When I fear my faith will fail | | | | | | | |
d232 | When I was but a little child | | | | | | | |
d233 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d234 | When the cross is hard to bear | | | | | | | |
d235 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d236 | When the storms of life are raging, Tempests wild on sea and land | | | | | | | |
d237 | When the trumpet sounds to battle | | | | | | | |
d238 | When with clouds and tempest | | | | | | | |
d239 | Which way shall I take, shouts a voice | | | | | | | |
d240 | Who at my [the] [thy] door [who] is standing [knocking] | | | | | | | |
d241 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d242 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d243 | Why is thy harp on the willow | | | | | | | |
d244 | Why Jesus loved my soul so well | | | | | | | |
d245 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
d246 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d247 | Would you be free from the [your] burden of sin | | | | | | | |
d248 | Ye who wander of sin grown weary | | | | | | | |
d249 | You must do something with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d250 | You who are lost in the mazes of doubt | | | | | | | |