# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | The morning sun illumines the skies | | | | | | | |
d302 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d303 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d304 | The whole wide world for Jesus for his is its domain | | | | | | | |
d305 | Thee will I love, my Strength [Lord] [Shield], [my] [and] Tower | | | | | | | |
d306 | There came three kings, ere break of day | | | | | | | |
d307 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d308 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d309 | There is a tender shepherd Who watches o'er His sheep | | | | | | | |
d310 | There is an hour of perfect rest | | | | | | | |
d311 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d312 | They say I'm poor and have no house | | | | | | | |
d313 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
d314 | Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown | | | | | | | |
d315 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d316 | Thy life was given for me | | | | | | | |
d317 | Thy word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
d318 | Thy word, O Lord, like gentle dews, falls soft | | | | | | | |
d319 | To seek and to save all the wretched and lost | | | | | | | |
d320 | To us from heaven's lofty height | | | | | | | |
d321 | True hearted, whole hearted, faithful and loyal | | | | | | | |
d322 | Two little eyes to look to God | | | | | | | |
d323 | Unto the hills around do I lift up my longing eyes | | | | | | | |
d324 | Wake, awake, for night is flying | | | | | | | |
d325 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d326 | We all believe in one true God, Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
d327 | We are in Thy house today | | | | | | | |
d328 | We are little gleaners, little we can do | | | | | | | |
d329 | We are soldiers in an army | | | | | | | |
d330 | We are tiny flowers in a garden fair | | | | | | | |
d331 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d332 | We have not known thee as we ought | | | | | | | |
d333 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d334 | We praise thee, O God, our Redeemer, Creator | | | | | | | |
d335 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d336 | Weary now I go to rest | | | | | | | |
d337 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
d338 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d339 | What our Father does is well | | | | | | | |
d340 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d341 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d342 | When my Love to Christ [God] grows weak | | | | | | | |
d343 | When the sun all golden laughs at dawn of day | | | | | | | |
d344 | When this song of praise shall cease | | | | | | | |
d345 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |
d346 | While yet the morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
d347 | Who shall ope for us the portals | | | | | | | |
d348 | With the Lord thy task begin | | | | | | | |
d349 | Work for Jesus, llittle ones | | | | | | | |
d350 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d351 | Youth of the church of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |