# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Some day the journey will be done | | | | | | | |
d102 | Some sweet day we'll meet above | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sometime the light will shine | | | | | | | |
d104 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d105 | Standing like a lighthouse on the shores of time | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d107 | Take care of me, I walk alone | | | | | | | |
d108 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d109 | Tell me the Bethlehem story again | | | | | | | |
d110 | The beautiful star is beaming on me | | | | | | | |
d111 | The bread that giveth [bringeth] strength I want to give | | | | | | | |
d112 | The fight is on, the trumpet sound is ringing out | | | | | | | |
d113 | The glory of the Lord, The heavens declare abroad | | | | | | | |
d114 | The golden sunset gate afar | | | | | | | |
d115 | The Lord, my Shepherd, gently leads me on | | | | | | | |
d116 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d118 | There is a fountain flowing free | | | | | | | |
d119 | There is a land of pure delight, where we shall be gathered by and by | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is healing balm for the soul distressed | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is power in Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
d123 | There shall be showers of blessing, this is the [God's] promise | | | | | | | |
d124 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d125 | There's a joy that there is no expressing | | | | | | | |
d126 | There's a light on the other side | | | | | | | |
d127 | There's a little grave on the green hillside | | | | | | | |
d128 | They have stepped across the border | | | | | | | |
d129 | Thousands stand today in sorrow | | | | | | | |
d130 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d131 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d132 | To the Lord who loved and saved us | | | | | | | |
d133 | To the weak and worn and weary | | | | | | | |
d134 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
d135 | To them that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d136 | To thy heart, dear Master, take me | | | | | | | |
d137 | Under the breeze of heaven we sail | | | | | | | |
d138 | Walking in sunlight all of my journey | | | | | | | |
d139 | We are under marching orders | | | | | | | |
d140 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d141 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d142 | We will walk and talk with Jesus by the way | | | | | | | |
d143 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d144 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d145 | When I am weary, to rest in his love | | | | | | | |
d146 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d147 | When I was bound in sin and shame Jesus brought me out | | | | | | | |
d148 | When mother prayed! O precious hour | | | | | | | |
d149 | When pangs of death seized on my soul | | | | | | | |
d150 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d151 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d152 | When the King in His beauty shall come | | | | | | | |
d153 | When the world my heart is rending | | | | | | | |
d154 | When we meet 'tis but to sever | | | | | | | |
d155 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
d156 | Wheresoever you may go in this busy world below | | | | | | | |
d157 | While we [you] pray and while we plead | | | | | | | |
d158 | Who at my [the] [thy] door [who] is standing [knocking] | | | | | | | |
d159 | Who will follow Jesus, standing for the right | | | | | | | |
d160 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
d161 | You may have the joybells ringing in your heart | | | | | | | |
d162 | You're starting my boy [soul] [today] on life's journey | | | | | | | |