# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O soul in the far away country | | | | | | | |
d102 | O weary soul, the gate is near, in sin why still abide | | | | | | | |
d103 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d104 | On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross | | | | | | | |
d105 | On Calvary's brow my Savior died, 'Twas there my Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
d106 | One day when heaven was filled with his praises | | | | | | | |
d107 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d108 | Our friends on earth we meet with pleasure | | | | | | | |
d109 | Out in the wilderness, wild and drear | | | | | | | |
d110 | Over the river faces I see | | | | | | | |
d111 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | Rocked in the cradle of the deep | | | | | | | |
d113 | See four and twenty elders on their knees | | | | | | | |
d114 | Shall I be condemned forever | | | | | | | |
d115 | Shall I crucify my Savior, when for me | | | | | | | |
d116 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d117 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot | | | | | | | |
d118 | Silent night, holiest night, all is dark save the light | | | | | | | |
d119 | Since the road leads me home | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee | | | | | | | |
d121 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d122 | Soldiers on the battlefield | | | | | | | |
d123 | Some day I'll cross the mystic stream | | | | | | | |
d124 | Some morning the clouds will pass away | | | | | | | |
d125 | Somebody here is weary and worn | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sometime all sorrows shall [will] be o'er | | | | | | | |
d127 | Speak to my heart, Lord Jesus | | | | | | | |
d128 | Stars of the summer night | | | | | | | |
d129 | Storm clouds were rolling | | | | | | | |
d130 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sunset and evening star and one clear call for me | | | | | | | |
d132 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
d133 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d134 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d135 | The treasures of earth are not mine | | | | | | | |
d136 | The way that leads us heavenward | | | | | | | |
d137 | There are loved ones in the [up in] [now in] glory | | | | | | | |
d138 | There are no shadows in the valley | | | | | | | |
d139 | There is a land of one great light | | | | | | | |
d140 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is never a day so dreary, There is never a night so logn | | | | | | | |
d142 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d143 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d144 | There's a holy and beautiful city | | | | | | | |
d145 | There's a home of many mansion | | | | | | | |
d146 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
d147 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d148 | There's an old, old road by an old, old cross | | | | | | | |
d149 | There's no disappointment in heaven, no weariness | | | | | | | |
d150 | There's no friend to me like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d151 | They were [gathered] in an [the] upper chamber | | | | | | | |
d152 | Think on the way, O thou storm driven child | | | | | | | |
d153 | Though all things this world holds as precious | | | | | | | |
d154 | Though storm clouds may beat and thunders roll | | | | | | | |
d155 | Though the angry surges roll On my tempest driven soul | | | | | | | |
d156 | Though the tides may sweep o'er the angry deep | | | | | | | |
d157 | Though your sins be as scarlet | | | | | | | |
d158 | 'Twas Jesus' blood that bought me | | | | | | | |
d159 | Twilight is falling [stealing] over the sea | | | | | | | |
d160 | 'Twill not be long, the burdens now we carry | | | | | | | |
d161 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d162 | Upon a [the] wide and stormy sea, Thou art [Thou'rt] sailing | | | | | | | |
d163 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
d164 | We are traveling home to heaven above Will you come | | | | | | | |
d165 | When I shall come to the end of my way | | | | | | | |
d166 | When I think of my Savior's great love | | | | | | | |
d167 | When I was but a little child | | | | | | | |
d168 | When my heart is filled with sadness | | | | | | | |
d169 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d170 | When storms around are sweeping | | | | | | | |
d171 | When the corn is waving Annie dear | | | | | | | |
d172 | When the morning light is dawning | | | | | | | |
d173 | When the way is dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
d174 | When we cross the valley there need be no shadows | | | | | | | |
d175 | Where the light [night] of sin lies darkly | | | | | | | |
d176 | Where will you spend eternity | | | | | | | |
d177 | Which way shall I take, shouts a voice | | | | | | | |
d178 | Wonderful story of love; tell it to me again | | | | | | | |
d179 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |