# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d102 | One night at sea a mighty storm | | | | | | | |
d103 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d104 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d105 | Onward, onward Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
d106 | Onward, press, O fainting soul | | | | | | | |
d107 | Please, Mister policeman | | | | | | | |
d108 | Redeemed, redeemed, O praise his name | | | | | | | |
d109 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d110 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d111 | Savior, like a bird to Thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | Seek the Lord while yet you may | | | | | | | |
d113 | Should Jesus come at early morning | | | | | | | |
d114 | Should the forward march be echoed | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sinner, come, O come | | | | | | | |
d116 | Spurn me not, O loving Savior | | | | | | | |
d117 | Sweetly the Savior's voice is ever calling | | | | | | | |
d118 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d119 | Tarry with us, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d120 | Tell it out among the heathen [nations] [people] that the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d121 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d122 | The drop was ready, and the crowd stood | | | | | | | |
d123 | The Master gave into my hand two jewels rich and rare | | | | | | | |
d124 | The prize is set [just] before us | | | | | | | |
d125 | The Savior died for you | | | | | | | |
d126 | The Savior who saw, from his home in the sky | | | | | | | |
d127 | The silver trumpets call the gladsome jubilee | | | | | | | |
d128 | There are wonderful things we are going to do | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a river dark | | | | | | | |
d132 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d133 | There's a happy land | | | | | | | |
d134 | There's a home for the blest | | | | | | | |
d135 | There's a land where 'tis morning | | | | | | | |
d136 | There's a river far away, flowing through the land | | | | | | | |
d137 | They go to preach the blessed word | | | | | | | |
d138 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
d139 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d140 | Thy grace each moment give | | | | | | | |
d141 | 'Tis the grief of my life | | | | | | | |
d142 | To the feet of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d143 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
d144 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d145 | Upon the cross | | | | | | | |
d146 | We are children of the kingdom | | | | | | | |
d147 | We follow Thee in sunshine | | | | | | | |
d148 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d149 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d150 | We should love and help each other | | | | | | | |
d151 | We're a happy pilgrim band, marching on to Canaan's land | | | | | | | |
d152 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d153 | What though my pilgrimage be over | | | | | | | |
d154 | What will you do with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d155 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d156 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d157 | When that awful day | | | | | | | |
d158 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d159 | When waves of trouble o'er thee roll | | | | | | | |
d160 | When we all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d161 | While fighting for my [the] Savior here | | | | | | | |
d162 | While in the sacred rite of thine | | | | | | | |
d163 | White as snow, O what a promise | | | | | | | |
d164 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d165 | Would you always cheerful be | | | | | | | |
d166 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |