# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Though death be a dark and a shadowy vale | | | | | | | |
d102 | Time, like a stream is gliding by | | | | | | | |
d103 | Tiny raindrops, thick and fast | | | | | | | |
d104 | 'Tis but a day | | | | | | | |
d105 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d106 | Together we our task perform | | | | | | | |
d107 | Up and doing, little Christian | | | | | | | |
d108 | We are a little temperance band | | | | | | | |
d109 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d110 | We are going, we are going to that bright | | | | | | | |
d111 | We are marching on to our home in glory | | | | | | | |
d112 | We are sailing on life's ocean, through the calms | | | | | | | |
d113 | We meet again mid festive joys | | | | | | | |
d114 | We'll fill our cups from the laughing rill | | | | | | | |
d115 | We'll toil and labor, watch and wait | | | | | | | |
d116 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d117 | What is the song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d118 | When darkness shrouds the heavenly way | | | | | | | |
d119 | When from his father's house so far | | | | | | | |
d120 | When I roam where flowers are blooming | | | | | | | |
d121 | When Jesus dwelt on the shores of time | | | | | | | |
d122 | When on the stormy seas of life | | | | | | | |
d123 | When the day of life is brightest | | | | | | | |
d124 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d125 | When we leave our home below | | | | | | | |
d126 | Where now are they, the lost and loved | | | | | | | |
d127 | Why do the lovely flowers bloom | | | | | | | |
d128 | With joy we hail the hallowed hour | | | | | | | |
d129 | Ye are the branches, Jesus said | | | | | | | |
d130 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
d131 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]