# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | There will come a day when the Lord shall say | | | | | | | |
d102 | There's a beautiful city far, far away | | | | | | | |
d103 | There's a hand held out to you taday | | | | | | | |
d104 | There's a happy land on high | | | | | | | |
d105 | There's a home past the stars | | | | | | | |
d106 | There's a land of light where there comes no night | | | | | | | |
d107 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d108 | There's a rising brightness in the sky | | | | | | | |
d109 | There's a Stranger standing meekly at your door | | | | | | | |
d110 | This world is not our resting place | | | | | | | |
d111 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d112 | To one fixed thought my spirit holds | | | | | | | |
d113 | Upon the sea of life, sailing | | | | | | | |
d114 | Vainly the storm sweepeth over my soul | | | | | | | |
d115 | Walking in the sunlight of the One above | | | | | | | |
d116 | We live in a land of roses | | | | | | | |
d117 | We march along to Canaan's happy land | | | | | | | |
d118 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d119 | We're on the ocean of life today | | | | | | | |
d120 | We're sailing over life's ocean | | | | | | | |
d121 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d122 | What a happy time 'twill be | | | | | | | |
d123 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d124 | When great temptations I am called to face | | | | | | | |
d125 | When I am called from earth away | | | | | | | |
d126 | When Jesus, went to heaven from this earth | | | | | | | |
d127 | When our days on earth are over | | | | | | | |
d128 | When the day seems dark and dreary And the way | | | | | | | |
d129 | When the tempest is raging and the billows doth roll | | | | | | | |
d130 | When the trumpet shall sound and the dead | | | | | | | |
d131 | Where the restless sea of men | | | | | | | |
d132 | With all my transgressions forgiven | | | | | | | |
d133 | With Jesus by my side each day | | | | | | | |
d134 | Wonderful is Jesus, our matchless King | | | | | | | |
d135 | Words of love from above | | | | | | | |
d136 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d137 | Workers are needed by the heavenly king | | | | | | | |
d138 | Ye ransomed souls, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]