# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
d102 | The thoughtless youth who takes no heed | | | | | | | |
d103 | There is a path that leads | | | | | | | |
d104 | There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing | | | | | | | |
d105 | There is a voice, a still, small voice | | | | | | | |
d106 | These moments of departing | | | | | | | |
d107 | This is the way to know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d108 | This year is hastening too away | | | | | | | |
d109 | Thou art the Way, and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
d110 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
d111 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d112 | To Ophrah's oak an angel came | | | | | | | |
d113 | To praise the Savior's name let little children try | | | | | | | |
d114 | To thee, my God, who dwells on high | | | | | | | |
d115 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d116 | We come, we come, a youthful band | | | | | | | |
d117 | Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d118 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d119 | We're gathered from the mountain | | | | | | | |
d120 | What a mercy, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d121 | When children sing Jehovah's | | | | | | | |
d122 | When Jesus Christ was here below, And spread his works | | | | | | | |
d123 | When Jesus to the temple came | | | | | | | |
d124 | When the infant spirit flying | | | | | | | |
d125 | When to the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d126 | When we together weekly meet | | | | | | | |
d127 | Whence come ye, little birds | | | | | | | |
d128 | While some reject the Savior's | | | | | | | |
d129 | Who came from heaven to bleed and die | | | | | | | |
d130 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d131 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d132 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]