# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d102 | There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing | | | | | | | |
d103 | There is a world of perfect bliss Above the starry skies | | | | | | | |
d104 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d105 | There'll be joy beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d106 | There's a beautiful land far beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d107 | There's a book which surpasses the sages | | | | | | | |
d108 | There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | | | | | | | |
d109 | There's a fountain wide, with a flowing tide | | | | | | | |
d110 | There's a home above | | | | | | | |
d111 | There's a land far away | | | | | | | |
d112 | There's a place up above | | | | | | | |
d113 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d114 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d115 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d116 | To Jesus, to Jesus, how precious | | | | | | | |
d117 | To thee, my righteous King and Lord | | | | | | | |
d118 | Unto Jesus my dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d119 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d120 | We, a little infant band | | | | | | | |
d121 | We are little children | | | | | | | |
d122 | We are only little children | | | | | | | |
d123 | We are out on the ocean | | | | | | | |
d124 | We are sailing on an ocean | | | | | | | |
d125 | We are volunteers | | | | | | | |
d126 | We know that we shall see | | | | | | | |
d127 | We know we've a Father above | | | | | | | |
d128 | We shall dwell lin glory | | | | | | | |
d129 | We shall reach the shining shore, some sweet day | | | | | | | |
d130 | We shall see thee bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d131 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d132 | We will enter by the door | | | | | | | |
d133 | We would praise thee and bless thee | | | | | | | |
d134 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d135 | We'll meet again | | | | | | | |
d136 | We'll sing thy praise | | | | | | | |
d137 | We've been toiling all the day | | | | | | | |
d138 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d139 | What could your Redeemer do | | | | | | | |
d140 | When I walk in God's clear sunlight | | | | | | | |
d141 | When Jesus was here upon earth | | | | | | | |
d142 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d143 | When want and anguish o'er us | | | | | | | |
d144 | When we hear the music | | | | | | | |
d145 | Where the violets are blooming | | | | | | | |
d146 | While wayworn and weary | | | | | | | |
d147 | Why do I weep to leave | | | | | | | |
d148 | Will you drink of the fountain | | | | | | | |
d149 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d150 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d151 | Write, blessed are the dead | | | | | | | |
d152 | You can have a home | | | | | | | |
d153 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]