# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | There is a beautiful highway of light | | | | | | | |
d202 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d203 | There is a fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
d204 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d205 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d206 | There is no sorrow, Lord, too light [slight] | | | | | | | |
d207 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
d208 | There shall be showers of blessing, falling | | | | | | | |
d209 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d210 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
d211 | There's a dark and a cloudy side of life | | | | | | | |
d212 | There's a deep, turbid river flowing just before | | | | | | | |
d213 | There's a glory side to the cloud we fear | | | | | | | |
d214 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d215 | There's a great judgement day that is coming | | | | | | | |
d216 | There's a happy home in heaven | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's a home far away in that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d218 | There's a peace, a sweet peace | | | | | | | |
d219 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d220 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d221 | There's nothing so precious as Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
d222 | They need no sun in the new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d223 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d224 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d225 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d226 | To the rescue, to the rescue, souls are drifting with the tide | | | | | | | |
d227 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d228 | Trusting in Jesus through weal or through woe | | | | | | | |
d229 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d230 | 'Twas on that night, when doomed to know [die] | | | | | | | |
d231 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d232 | We are only little soldiers, But our courage | | | | | | | |
d233 | We have met today on the old camp ground | | | | | | | |
d234 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d235 | We shall meet again, how sweet the time will be | | | | | | | |
d236 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d237 | We sometimes think of those dear friends | | | | | | | |
d238 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d239 | We're home once more, and by his grace | | | | | | | |
d240 | We're tenting tonight on the old church ground | | | | | | | |
d241 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d242 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d243 | What a shout will rise | | | | | | | |
d244 | What, give up our church, and give up our name | | | | | | | |
d245 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d246 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d247 | When Jesus calls me to meet him on high | | | | | | | |
d248 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d249 | When my life work is ended, my armor laid down | | | | | | | |
d250 | When pangs of death seized on my soul | | | | | | | |
d251 | When storms around are sweeping | | | | | | | |
d252 | When the faithful hosts assembled | | | | | | | |
d253 | When the morning dawns of the judgment day | | | | | | | |
d254 | When the storm in its fury on Galilee fell And lifted | | | | | | | |
d255 | Which river do I prize | | | | | | | |
d256 | While the dew of morning | | | | | | | |
d257 | Whosoever will, O come, come today | | | | | | | |
d258 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d259 | Why stand ye here idle, with so much to do | | | | | | | |
d260 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d261 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d262 | Would you be happy, trust Jesus today | | | | | | | |
d263 | Yes, Jesus has saved me, O blest be his name | | | | | | | |