# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d202 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d203 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d204 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d205 | The rosy light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d206 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d207 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d208 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d209 | There is a place where all my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
d210 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d211 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
d212 | There's a beautiful home for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d213 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
d214 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d215 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d216 | They hover around us, bright angels are near | | | | | | | |
d217 | Thou art my Shepherd, Caring in every need | | | | | | | |
d218 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
d219 | Through the world we daily roam | | | | | | | |
d220 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d221 | 'Tis sweet to think, as night comes on | | | | | | | |
d222 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d223 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
d224 | Turn to the Lord and live | | | | | | | |
d225 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d226 | Wake, children, wake | | | | | | | |
d227 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d228 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d229 | We are going, we are going To a home beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d230 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d231 | We are marching on to glory | | | | | | | |
d232 | We are marching on with shield and banner | | | | | | | |
d233 | We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
d234 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d235 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d236 | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
d237 | We never shall be happy if we walk | | | | | | | |
d238 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d239 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
d240 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d241 | We'll try to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d242 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d243 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d244 | Where Babel's drooping willows stood | | | | | | | |
d245 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
d246 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d247 | Who is he in yonder stall | | | | | | | |
d248 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d249 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d250 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d251 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d252 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |