# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | 'Tis low down in that [the] beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d402 | 'Tis precious truth, O sinner hear it | | | | | | | |
d403 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d404 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d405 | To heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales | | | | | | | |
d406 | To Sabbath school, to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d407 | To see a pilgrim as he dies, with glory in his view | | | | | | | |
d408 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d409 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d410 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d411 | Today we come with singing | | | | | | | |
d412 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d413 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d414 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d415 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d416 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d417 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d418 | Very little ones are we | | | | | | | |
d419 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d420 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d421 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d422 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d423 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d424 | We have heard from the [that] bright [and] the [that] better [holy] land | | | | | | | |
d425 | We have heard of that bright, that holy land | | | | | | | |
d426 | We have no home but heaven, A pilgrim's garb | | | | | | | |
d427 | We lay thee in the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
d428 | We lift to heaven our tearful eyes | | | | | | | |
d429 | We live as pilgrims and strangers below | | | | | | | |
d430 | We many a sore temptation meet | | | | | | | |
d431 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
d432 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d433 | We were crowded in the cabin | | | | | | | |
d434 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d435 | Welcome friends, whose cheering presence | | | | | | | |
d436 | Welcome to our festival | | | | | | | |
d437 | We'll meet again, We'll meet again | | | | | | | |
d438 | We'll not forget the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d439 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d440 | We're going on board the gospel train | | | | | | | |
d441 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d442 | We're sailing o'er the sea of life | | | | | | | |
d443 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d444 | We've bid the vain pleasures of earth now adieu | | | | | | | |
d445 | What a strange and wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d446 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d447 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
d448 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d449 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d450 | What is't to keep Thanksgiving Day | | | | | | | |
d451 | What must the fountain be | | | | | | | |
d452 | What never speak one evil [idle] word | | | | | | | |
d453 | What seraph like music steals over the sea | | | | | | | |
d454 | What shall I wish thee, my darling boy | | | | | | | |
d455 | What song is this, from heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d456 | What vessel are you sailing in | | | | | | | |
d457 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d458 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d459 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d460 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
d461 | When I sleep, and when I wake | | | | | | | |
d462 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d463 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
d464 | When Jesus makes my heart his home | | | | | | | |
d465 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d466 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d467 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d468 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d469 | When the spark of life is waning [fading] | | | | | | | |
d470 | When through the strength of saving grace | | | | | | | |
d471 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d472 | When to thee who hast thy dwelling | | | | | | | |
d473 | Where, O where are the Hebrew children | | | | | | | |
d474 | While I to grief my soul [heart] gave way | | | | | | | |
d475 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d476 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d477 | While thou art intimately nigh | | | | | | | |
d478 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d479 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d480 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d481 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d482 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
d483 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d484 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d485 | Will you go, sinner, go to the highlands of heaven | | | | | | | |
d486 | With joy again, kind friends, we meet you | | | | | | | |
d487 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d488 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d489 | With joyful hearts again we sing | | | | | | | |
d490 | With pitying eyes the prince of peace [grace] | | | | | | | |
d491 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d492 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |
d493 | Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin | | | | | | | |
d494 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d495 | Ye careless [carnal] professors, who rest on your lees | | | | | | | |
d496 | Ye people who [that] wonder at me and my ways | | | | | | | |
d497 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d498 | Yes, dear Sabbath [Sunday] school, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d499 | Young children once were heard to sing | | | | | | | |
d500 | Zion, bright and fair, strong thy bulwarks are | | | | | | | |