# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O have you not heard of a [that] beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
d102 | O how happy are we who in Jesus agree | | | | | | | |
d103 | O I had so many, many sins | | | | | | | |
d104 | O Jesu [Jesus], thou art standing | | | | | | | |
d105 | O Jesus has come to dwell | | | | | | | |
d106 | O my heart is thrilled with wondrous joy today, I am resting in the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d107 | O now I see the crimson [cleansing] wave | | | | | | | |
d108 | O scatter kind words all around you, Some heart in its sorrow will stay | | | | | | | |
d109 | O the city of destruction | | | | | | | |
d110 | O the promises of God are precious | | | | | | | |
d111 | O would you know the way of life | | | | | | | |
d112 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d113 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d114 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d115 | Once I knew not the Savior of men | | | | | | | |
d116 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d117 | Only a word, 'twas a little thing | | | | | | | |
d118 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d119 | Out in the highways and byways of sin | | | | | | | |
d120 | Out of the strife and conflict | | | | | | | |
d121 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d122 | Praise the Savior, ye [you] [ we] who know him | | | | | | | |
d123 | Praise ye the Father, for his loving kindness | | | | | | | |
d124 | Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer has come | | | | | | | |
d125 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d126 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d127 | Shall we all meet at home | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sing a hymn to Jesus, when the heart is faint | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d130 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d133 | The Christian's watchword is, never fear | | | | | | | |
d134 | The faith of the Christian, what power bestows | | | | | | | |
d135 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d136 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d137 | The night of sin is dark and drear | | | | | | | |
d138 | The Shepherd seeks the lost | | | | | | | |
d139 | The storm's abroad the wind is keen | | | | | | | |
d140 | The storms they beat and angry roar | | | | | | | |
d141 | The waves of death's river are dark and cold | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is a river that flows along | | | | | | | |
d144 | There was a time I knew not joy | | | | | | | |
d145 | There's a river far away, flowing through the land | | | | | | | |
d146 | There's many a stranger on life's weary way | | | | | | | |
d147 | Though dark the night and clouds look black | | | | | | | |
d148 | Though the tempests toss and beat around me | | | | | | | |
d149 | To a far away land where a heathen boy dwelt | | | | | | | |
d150 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d151 | We are children with a happy song | | | | | | | |
d152 | We once were outcasts | | | | | | | |
d153 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d154 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d155 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d156 | We're a happy pilgrim band, marching onward | | | | | | | |
d157 | We're marching round old Jericho | | | | | | | |
d158 | We're singing a grateful song of joy | | | | | | | |
d159 | We're working, Lord, for thee | | | | | | | |
d160 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d161 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d162 | What is your record now, day by day | | | | | | | |
d163 | When, O my Savior, when shall I thy glory see | | | | | | | |
d164 | When we come to a mountain so high and steep | | | | | | | |
d165 | Whence Jesus came, I cannot tell | | | | | | | |
d166 | Who hath sorrow, who hath woe | | | | | | | |
d167 | Who hath sorrows, who hath woes, Who hath babblings? | | | | | | | |
d168 | Wonderful is God's mercy to me | | | | | | | |
d169 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |