# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Near the cool, shady bank | | | | | | | |
d102 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d103 | No one has loved me like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d104 | No tears in heaven, no sorrows given | | | | | | | |
d105 | O let us be careful whle sowing our seed | | | | | | | |
d106 | O merry goes the time When the heart is young | | | | | | | |
d107 | O weep not for the joys that fade, Like evening lights away | | | | | | | |
d108 | O what wondrous love I see | | | | | | | |
d109 | O ye who wander in sin's dark valley | | | | | | | |
d110 | Oft in my dreams I wander | | | | | | | |
d111 | Oft when twilight gathers | | | | | | | |
d112 | Often in the night time | | | | | | | |
d113 | Often I've heard of heaven, wonderful country | | | | | | | |
d114 | Once I wandered from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d115 | Once I wandered in the wilderness of sin | | | | | | | |
d116 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d117 | Over my path here the storm clouds may roll | | | | | | | |
d118 | Over the river, shining forever | | | | | | | |
d119 | Over yonder, growing fonder of the absent | | | | | | | |
d120 | Precious memories, unseen angels sent from | | | | | | | |
d121 | Resting in the arms of Jesus, Free from all life's toil and care | | | | | | | |
d122 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d123 | Shades of evening close not o'er us | | | | | | | |
d124 | Sin was once deceiving me | | | | | | | |
d125 | Since Jesus has pardoned me from sin | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sinner, how about your soul | | | | | | | |
d127 | Sitting at the feet of Jesus, watching | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sleep, thou little one, sleep | | | | | | | |
d129 | So many need help | | | | | | | |
d130 | Some glad morning, after while | | | | | | | |
d131 | Some of these days I'm going home where no sorrows ever come | | | | | | | |
d132 | Some on beds of ease | | | | | | | |
d133 | Someone will plead for salvation too late | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sometimes when misgivings darken the day | | | | | | | |
d135 | Soon the Lord is coming back | | | | | | | |
d136 | Soon this life will all be over | | | | | | | |
d137 | Soul, are you drifting along on the tide | | | | | | | |
d138 | Sweet is the song I am singing today | | | | | | | |
d139 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
d140 | The old, old story, The story of the cross | | | | | | | |
d141 | The sands have been washed in the footprints | | | | | | | |
d142 | The shadows are falling | | | | | | | |
d143 | The time of his coming is nearing at last | | | | | | | |
d144 | The work of Christ's kingdom | | | | | | | |
d145 | There is a fountain filled, yes, filled | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is a home of pure delight | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is a rest for body and mind | | | | | | | |
d148 | There will be no shadows when we cross the great divide | | | | | | | |
d149 | There's a crown for your cross | | | | | | | |
d150 | There's a garden of Eden in glory | | | | | | | |
d151 | There's a grand old highway, built for you | | | | | | | |
d152 | There's a little pine log cabin | | | | | | | |
d153 | There's a wonderful dream home in glory | | | | | | | |
d154 | There's a wonderful lifegiving story | | | | | | | |
d155 | There's an old home place that I would like to see | | | | | | | |
d156 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d157 | This world is not my home, I'm [only] just [a passing through] by | | | | | | | |
d158 | Though a burden bearing, never be despairing | | | | | | | |
d159 | Though a pilgrim, a stranger, a beggar I be | | | | | | | |
d160 | Though the earth was filled with sin | | | | | | | |
d161 | Though troubles oft sweep o'er my soul | | | | | | | |
d162 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
d163 | 'Tis but a little sleep, and weary eyes | | | | | | | |
d164 | To that heavenly home, blest thought to me | | | | | | | |
d165 | To the world in its sorrow | | | | | | | |
d166 | Travelers upon your journey | | | | | | | |
d167 | Trusting Jesus Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
d168 | We are climbing Jacob's golden ladder | | | | | | | |
d169 | We are going down the valley | | | | | | | |
d170 | We may not know the meaning here of sorrows | | | | | | | |
d171 | We often sing the gospel story | | | | | | | |
d172 | We read of a beautiful heaven | | | | | | | |
d173 | What a wonderful feeling, just to know he is mine | | | | | | | |
d174 | Whatsoever may be before me | | | | | | | |
d175 | When all the world, enslaved by sin | | | | | | | |
d176 | When all your friends forsake you | | | | | | | |
d177 | When I was lost in sin and disgrace | | | | | | | |
d178 | When I was wandering in the night | | | | | | | |
d179 | When the bells of joy ring out | | | | | | | |
d180 | When the day is ended with its | | | | | | | |
d181 | When the morning light you see | | | | | | | |
d182 | When the precious Savior greets you | | | | | | | |
d183 | When the Savior calls I will answer | | | | | | | |
d184 | When the storms of life beat sore | | | | | | | |
d185 | When the storms sweep o'er me | | | | | | | |
d186 | When we yield our all to the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d187 | When your heart is bleeding | | | | | | | |
d188 | Whence comes the peace that | | | | | | | |
d189 | While going onward through life | | | | | | | |
d190 | While I sail life's rolling sea | | | | | | | |
d191 | While the blessed dead are sleeping | | | | | | | |
d192 | Who O who went to Calvary's | | | | | | | |
d193 | Why should I fear; Is he not | | | | | | | |
d194 | Why spend your life with God | | | | | | | |
d195 | Wonderful is Jesus, our matchless King | | | | | | | |
d196 | Wonderful things of folks are said | | | | | | | |
d197 | You are drifting away, my poor brother | | | | | | | |
d198 | You are drifting on life's ocean | | | | | | | |