# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | Adown the valley low | | | | | | | |
d3 | All along on the road to the soul's true abode | | | | | | | |
d4 | Are you always praising mother | | | | | | | |
d5 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d6 | Better get to praying, O Lordy, yes | | | | | | | |
d7 | Brother, one of these nights | | | | | | | |
d8 | Don't you want to go to that happy home | | | | | | | |
d9 | Earthly wealth and fame may never come to me | | | | | | | |
d10 | Every hour I need thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d11 | For many long years in bondage | | | | | | | |
d12 | Glory beams are shining on my way | | | | | | | |
d13 | Goodbye old world of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d14 | Have you heard of that bright city | | | | | | | |
d15 | Heaven comes down my soul to greet | | | | | | | |
d16 | Here friends forsake us and prove untrue | | | | | | | |
d17 | Here I stand beside death's chilly waters | | | | | | | |
d18 | Here I wander in need of the things | | | | | | | |
d19 | Here we're often tossed and driven on the rest | | | | | | | |
d20 | How our hearts ache with grief | | | | | | | |
d21 | I am happy today and the sun shines bright | | | | | | | |
d22 | I am traveling through the world of sadness | | | | | | | |
d23 | I am working for my Savior every passing hour | | | | | | | |
d24 | I dreamed I had gone to that city | | | | | | | |
d25 | I have assurance sweet, a solace most complete | | | | | | | |
d26 | I have known a life of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d27 | I have started home to God | | | | | | | |
d28 | I once was lone and idle | | | | | | | |
d29 | I remember the time when in darkness | | | | | | | |
d30 | I was burdened with sin and no hope could I see | | | | | | | |
d31 | I was listening in to a radio station | | | | | | | |
d32 | I was sinking deep in sin | | | | | | | |
d33 | If cares of this life are weighting you down | | | | | | | |
d34 | If the price of salvation were silver and gold | | | | | | | |
d35 | I'm a pilgrim on life's weary road | | | | | | | |
d36 | I'm in the way, the bright and shining way | | | | | | | |
d37 | I'm in the way, the narrow way | | | | | | | |
d38 | I'm standing now on the silent shore | | | | | | | |
d39 | I've been traveling for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d40 | I've started for the glory land | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus has taken a beautiful bud | | | | | | | |
d42 | Joy to me this thought has given | | | | | | | |
d43 | Joys are flowing like a river | | | | | | | |
d44 | Lay me where my mother's sleeping | | | | | | | |
d45 | Laying up my treasures in that home above | | | | | | | |
d46 | Let me wander again To my old childhood home | | | | | | | |
d47 | Lonely days sometimes I'm almost to the ground | | | | | | | |
d48 | Make known the gospel news | | | | | | | |
d49 | Makes me love everybody | | | | | | | |
d50 | Many years I've traveled on this weary road | | | | | | | |
d51 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d52 | My heart was made sad, such sorrow I had | | | | | | | |
d53 | My Savior and King whose praises I sing | | | | | | | |
d54 | My Savior dear, Now dwells with me | | | | | | | |
d55 | My Savior prayed in the garden | | | | | | | |
d56 | No matter how loud you pray | | | | | | | |
d57 | Now you surely could if you only would | | | | | | | |
d58 | Now Zion's ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
d59 | On Mount Olive's sacred brow Jesus spent the night in prayer | | | | | | | |
d60 | Once a sinner out in darkness | | | | | | | |
d61 | Once I was lost and very lonely | | | | | | | |
d62 | Over in the promised land where we'll join the | | | | | | | |
d63 | Over the river, shining forever | | | | | | | |
d64 | Praise to Jesus Christ the Son | | | | | | | |
d65 | See the ripened grain is falling | | | | | | | |
d66 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d67 | She's a little old fashioned | | | | | | | |
d68 | Shine on me, in the morning | | | | | | | |
d69 | Some glad morning we shall see Jesus | | | | | | | |
d70 | Some of these days I'm going yonder | | | | | | | |
d71 | Somebody's been a friend indeed | | | | | | | |
d72 | Sometimes when misgivings darken the day | | | | | | | |
d73 | Sorrows often meet us here | | | | | | | |
d74 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
d75 | That will be a great glad day | | | | | | | |
d76 | The Lord has been good to me | | | | | | | |
d77 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
d78 | The wonderful love of the Savior is mine | | | | | | | |
d79 | There is a name of wondrous sweetness | | | | | | | |
d80 | There is many a cross to carry | | | | | | | |
d81 | There was a time I know, when in the book of heaven | | | | | | | |
d82 | There will be no darkness in that city | | | | | | | |
d83 | There will be somebody waiting | | | | | | | |
d84 | There's a call that rings from the throne | | | | | | | |
d85 | There's a city built above where all is perfect | | | | | | | |
d86 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d87 | Thou art gone, our precious darling | | | | | | | |
d88 | Though shadows may fall across my way | | | | | | | |
d89 | Three thousand years ago | | | | | | | |
d90 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
d91 | Turn away from evil and be made clean | | | | | | | |
d92 | Upon our journey here below we meet with pain and loss | | | | | | | |
d93 | We're floating down the stream of time | | | | | | | |
d94 | We're sailing to a far off shore | | | | | | | |
d95 | When billows dark around me roll | | | | | | | |
d96 | When I reach my home eternal | | | | | | | |
d97 | When I saw the cleansing fountain | | | | | | | |
d98 | When I see Jesus coming on that glad day | | | | | | | |
d99 | When I was drifting out in sin | | | | | | | |
d100 | When Jesus comes again to gather his own | | | | | | | |