| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Round the throne in [of] glory, Happy children | | | | | | | |
| d102 | Say, is your lamp burning, my brother | | | | | | | |
| d103 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
| d104 | Shall we meet in yonder city | | | | | | | |
| d105 | Shall we meet our loved and lost ones | | | | | | | |
| d106 | Shall we not reach that land | | | | | | | |
| d107 | Sweetly the morning light | | | | | | | |
| d108 | Tell me, little flower | | | | | | | |
| d109 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
| d110 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
| d111 | The sea is wildly tossing | | | | | | | |
| d112 | There are hills beyond the valley where the river glideth by | | | | | | | |
| d113 | There are little children | | | | | | | |
| d114 | There are little crowns in heaven | | | | | | | |
| d115 | There are many beauteous mansions | | | | | | | |
| d116 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
| d117 | There is a glorious kingdom | | | | | | | |
| d118 | There is a happy land, fast by the throne | | | | | | | |
| d119 | There is a happy world above | | | | | | | |
| d120 | There is a land, a sunny land | | | | | | | |
| d121 | There is a land that the eye hath not seen | | | | | | | |
| d122 | There's a beautiful island | | | | | | | |
| d123 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
| d124 | There's a better way of going | | | | | | | |
| d125 | There's a land far away, mid the stars | | | | | | | |
| d126 | There's a name that we love | | | | | | | |
| d127 | They are gathering on the other side | | | | | | | |
| d128 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
| d129 | They're gathering homeward from every land, One by one | | | | | | | |
| d130 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
| d131 | Though my life the pathway | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Though tossed with winds and faint with fears | | | | | | | |
| d133 | To him who dwells above, beyond | | | | | | | |
| d134 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
| d135 | Traveling through this world | | | | | | | |
| d136 | Watch ye saints with eyelids waking | | | | | | | |
| d137 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
| d138 | We are coming, we are coming, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d139 | We are going, swiftly going | | | | | | | |
| d140 | We are little children | | | | | | | |
| d141 | We are wandering home as the time glideth by | | | | | | | |
| d142 | We have laid them down to rest | | | | | | | |
| d143 | We shall meet in the Eden above | | | | | | | |
| d144 | We shall reach the land immortal, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
| d145 | We thank thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
| d146 | We will cheerfully bear every trial | | | | | | | |
| d147 | We'll gather from the east | | | | | | | |
| d148 | We'll journey together to Zion, That beautiful city of light, | | | | | | | |
| d149 | We'll take up our [the] stand for the youth | | | | | | | |
| d150 | We're little Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
| d151 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
| d152 | What is it points my soul | | | | | | | |
| d153 | What is the song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
| d154 | What makes little children | | | | | | | |
| d155 | When the world is busy round me | | | | | | | |
| d156 | Who are these like stars appearing | | | | | | | |
| d157 | Why stand ye here idle | | | | | | | |
| d158 | Working O Christ with thee | | | | | | | |
| d159 | Would my little children know | | | | | | | |
| d160 | Ye shall shine as the stars | | | | | | | |
| d161 | You must go forward, pilgrim | | | | | | | |
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