# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A lovely island of mansions grand | | | | | | | |
d2 | A mocking bird was singing | | | | | | | |
d3 | Adown the trail of dreams | | | | | | | |
d4 | Almighty Father, holy thy name | | | | | | | |
d5 | Along life's rugged pathway | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d7 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d8 | As I sit here alone in the twilight | | | | | | | |
d9 | As through life's journey I press | | | | | | | |
d10 | At twilight dreaming, the love | | | | | | | |
d11 | Beautiful Bible, book of the ages | | | | | | | |
d12 | Beyond the clouds of greed and hatred | | | | | | | |
d13 | Blue heaven, the songbirds sing with glee | | | | | | | |
d14 | By the crystal river we shall live | | | | | | | |
d15 | Christ is coming back from glory | | | | | | | |
d16 | Dear ones we love | | | | | | | |
d17 | Don't build your house on sinking sand | | | | | | | |
d18 | Dreaming, dreaming silently | | | | | | | |
d19 | Dreaming I oft see the hold home | | | | | | | |
d20 | Dreaming of a little cabin | | | | | | | |
d21 | Each day I feel a friendly hand | | | | | | | |
d22 | Every passing day all along the way | | | | | | | |
d23 | Everybody it seems has a cabin | | | | | | | |
d24 | Friendly flames along our pathway | | | | | | | |
d25 | He knows the bitter, weary way | | | | | | | |
d26 | Here I have no mother to love me | | | | | | | |
d27 | Here I'm a pilgrim, a guest and a stranger | | | | | | | |
d28 | Here I'm constantly homesick | | | | | | | |
d29 | Here on earth life is but a dark valley | | | | | | | |
d30 | His love means so much | | | | | | | |
d31 | Holy be the name the name of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d32 | Holy, holy, Mighty King of Kings | | | | | | | |
d33 | Hours are spent in dreaming | | | | | | | |
d34 | How are you treating Christ today | | | | | | | |
d35 | How I love my Savior and King | | | | | | | |
d36 | I am getting old and gray | | | | | | | |
d37 | I am going to a city where the streets with gold | | | | | | | |
d38 | I am just a poor weary pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d39 | I am so happy in Jesus, since | | | | | | | |
d40 | I am thinking of my Savior | | | | | | | |
d41 | I am thinking tonight of the lands far away | | | | | | | |
d42 | I have known a life of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d43 | I know that foes will oft assail me | | | | | | | |
d44 | I love my Savior more each day | | | | | | | |
d45 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d46 | I often sing for those I love | | | | | | | |
d47 | I once did roam the valley of sin | | | | | | | |
d48 | I watch the gold of sunset | | | | | | | |
d49 | I will shout the praise of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d50 | If sometime you should hear across the night | | | | | | | |
d51 | If you travel sin's uncertain way | | | | | | | |
d52 | If you're in the battle for the Lord and right | | | | | | | |
d53 | I'm happy to tell the story | | | | | | | |
d54 | I'm moving down the long trail | | | | | | | |
d55 | I'm sailing high above the dark | | | | | | | |
d56 | I'm so lonesome here in this valley | | | | | | | |
d57 | It was the blood of the crucified | | | | | | | |
d58 | It's mother's prayer that guided | | | | | | | |
d59 | I've left the valley of sin | | | | | | | |
d60 | Jesus leads me ever onward | | | | | | | |
d61 | Jesus loves you, sinner, loves you | | | | | | | |
d62 | Jesus paid the cost for all | | | | | | | |
d63 | Jesus Savior, coming down from above | | | | | | | |
d64 | Jesus, the Savior, is coming again | | | | | | | |
d65 | Just at the close of the Mosaic age | | | | | | | |
d66 | Keep your eye upon the Savior | | | | | | | |
d67 | Last night as the moon pulled anchor | | | | | | | |
d68 | Like a thief in the night | | | | | | | |
d69 | Long and hard may be the battle | | | | | | | |
d70 | Many times I feel so lone and sad | | | | | | | |
d71 | Many years ago I found the Lord | | | | | | | |
d72 | Many years I've traveled on this weary road | | | | | | | |
d73 | Mother's gone to be with the dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d74 | My brother sleeps across the sea | | | | | | | |
d75 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d76 | My dear mother sang to me | | | | | | | |
d77 | My heart was made sad, such sorrow I had | | | | | | | |
d78 | Nearer, my God, to thee, I pray | | | | | | | |
d79 | O dear mothers, don't weep | | | | | | | |
d80 | O give us flowers so sweet | | | | | | | |
d81 | O the years long have flown | | | | | | | |
d82 | O what a happy day 'twill be | | | | | | | |
d83 | Oft we see the dark clouds gather | | | | | | | |
d84 | Often I sit in the twilight | | | | | | | |
d85 | On a hill outside the gate | | | | | | | |
d86 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d87 | Once I left my Father's home | | | | | | | |
d88 | Only a homeless wanderer | | | | | | | |
d89 | Outside the gate, on Calvary's will | | | | | | | |
d90 | Over the world a light is shining | | | | | | | |
d91 | Precious memories of my mother | | | | | | | |
d92 | Press along weary pilgrim through the struggles | | | | | | | |
d93 | Round the old family organ | | | | | | | |
d94 | Since I'm trusting the Savior | | | | | | | |
d95 | Since the blessed Savior came into this world | | | | | | | |
d96 | Since the Savior gave the peace | | | | | | | |
d97 | So oft I'm tempted to stray | | | | | | | |
d98 | Some day we'll know all about | | | | | | | |
d99 | Some glad day there will be no more sighing | | | | | | | |
d100 | Some men are seeking | | | | | | | |