# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Neath the mournful willow drooping | | | | | | | |
d102 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d103 | Now in songs of joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d104 | Now in this hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d105 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
d106 | Now, peace like a river, my soul overflows | | | | | | | |
d107 | O come to the fold of the Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d108 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d109 | O hear the Savior's voice, He gently calls | | | | | | | |
d110 | O heaven most glorious kingdom | | | | | | | |
d111 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d112 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
d113 | O the peace of full surrender | | | | | | | |
d114 | O the precious love of Jesus, Growing sweeter | | | | | | | |
d115 | O to be more like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d116 | O was there no room for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d117 | O wonderful word of salvation | | | | | | | |
d118 | On thee my Lord my soul is stayed | | | | | | | |
d119 | On Zion's glorious summit stood, A numerous host, redeemed by blood | | | | | | | |
d120 | One by one, earh's treasures perish | | | | | | | |
d121 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d122 | Out on the ocean a vessel | | | | | | | |
d123 | Peaceful be thy slumber ever | | | | | | | |
d124 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d125 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d126 | Pray when the morning's beauty | | | | | | | |
d127 | Precious forever, O wonderful words | | | | | | | |
d128 | Rally round the standard, hear the trumpet call | | | | | | | |
d129 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d130 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
d131 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath | | | | | | | |
d133 | Send the joyful proclamation | | | | | | | |
d134 | She quietly knelt in her corner | | | | | | | |
d135 | So fades the day | | | | | | | |
d136 | Some day the silver cord will break, and earthly | | | | | | | |
d137 | Speak with kindness, loving tender | | | | | | | |
d138 | Speed away, speed away, blessed gospel of light | | | | | | | |
d139 | Standing on the promises of Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d140 | Stealing from the world away | | | | | | | |
d141 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d142 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d143 | Tell again the story of the Lord of glory | | | | | | | |
d144 | Tell to me the sweet old story of the Babe | | | | | | | |
d145 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
d146 | The father sat silent at the old fireside | | | | | | | |
d147 | The fires of the sun shall be quenched | | | | | | | |
d148 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d149 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d150 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d151 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d152 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
d153 | The Savior is watching | | | | | | | |
d154 | The soul within me longs for rest | | | | | | | |
d155 | The sweet spring flowers and summer leaves | | | | | | | |
d156 | The tomb before the Savior died | | | | | | | |
d157 | The voice of the Savior says come | | | | | | | |
d158 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d159 | There's a story sweet and old, new whenever it is told | | | | | | | |
d160 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d161 | They're gathering homeward from every land, One by one | | | | | | | |
d162 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d163 | Throw open the gates of the city, The city of crystal | | | | | | | |
d164 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d165 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d166 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d167 | To God who reigns above the sky | | | | | | | |
d168 | To thee, my heart, eternal King | | | | | | | |
76 | To thee, O God, whose father hand | | | | | | | |
d170 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d171 | Trusting each day in the words of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d172 | Trusting, I come to thee, thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d173 | Watch ye, watch ye, in the faith stand fast | | | | | | | |
d174 | We are dwelling in our tabernacles here below | | | | | | | |
d175 | We are marching to the kingdom | | | | | | | |
d176 | We are marching to the land of Canaan | | | | | | | |
d177 | We are thy little lambs, Jesus, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d178 | We call thee our Master | | | | | | | |
d179 | We shall be like him, O beautiful thought | | | | | | | |
d180 | We sing thy praises, O Zion today | | | | | | | |
d181 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d182 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d183 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d184 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d185 | When in the bloom of rosy youth | | | | | | | |
d186 | When the morning bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d187 | When the portals open swing | | | | | | | |
d188 | Where are you going, O sinner | | | | | | | |
d189 | Where the faded flower shall freshen | | | | | | | |
d190 | Who shall enter that city | | | | | | | |
d191 | Whoever will, 'tis the message of God | | | | | | | |
d192 | Why stand ye here idle and others have sped | | | | | | | |
d193 | Will there be light at eventide | | | | | | | |
d194 | With peace and plenty home was plessed | | | | | | | |
d195 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d196 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |