# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Songs of adoration gladly bring | | | | | | | |
d102 | Spotless robes of white we'll wear | | | | | | | |
d103 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d104 | Step by step we onward travel | | | | | | | |
d105 | The bells of joy are ringing | | | | | | | |
d106 | The dead in Christ are only sleeping | | | | | | | |
d107 | The hand that can save | | | | | | | |
d108 | The light of love is upon the way | | | | | | | |
d109 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d110 | The love of Him who made me whole | | | | | | | |
d111 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d112 | The savior is leading me safely along | | | | | | | |
d113 | The song my heart doth love to sing | | | | | | | |
d114 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is a city built of jasper | | | | | | | |
d116 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is a land of never ending day | | | | | | | |
d118 | There is a way that leads the soul | | | | | | | |
d119 | There is blessed sunlight beaming | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is work for all to do | | | | | | | |
d121 | There's a beautiful country yonder | | | | | | | |
d122 | There's a land of rest for the soul oppressed | | | | | | | |
d123 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d124 | There's a mansion free from sorrow | | | | | | | |
d125 | There's a telephone to heaven | | | | | | | |
d126 | Thou art gone, our precious darling | | | | | | | |
d127 | Though in some desolate valley | | | | | | | |
d128 | 'Tis a sweet and glorious thought that comes | | | | | | | |
d129 | View the Savior on the cross | | | | | | | |
d130 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d131 | Was it for me the Savior came and bore the cross | | | | | | | |
d132 | We are a happy band, Marching to Canaan's land | | | | | | | |
d133 | We are camping pilgrims, here | | | | | | | |
d134 | We are marching on to fair Canaan's shore | | | | | | | |
d135 | We are marching on to the glory land | | | | | | | |
d136 | We are marching on, we are marching on | | | | | | | |
d137 | We are slowly drifting | | | | | | | |
d138 | We are soldiers on life's road | | | | | | | |
d139 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d140 | Weary pilgrim, look unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
d141 | We're launched upon the waters wide | | | | | | | |
d142 | What a friend is Jesus | | | | | | | |
d143 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d144 | When I come to cross the cold, dark river | | | | | | | |
d145 | When I was on the sinking sand | | | | | | | |
d146 | When life's battles we have fought | | | | | | | |
d147 | When sorrows beat upon my soul | | | | | | | |
d148 | When the harvest time is ended | | | | | | | |
d149 | When the shadows gather And life's troubles | | | | | | | |
d150 | When the sun of your life has gone down | | | | | | | |
d151 | When the way is rough before [for] you don't you know that Jesus knows | | | | | | | |
d152 | When the world with its woes has vanished | | | | | | | |
d153 | When we in the judgment morning | | | | | | | |
d154 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d155 | Working for the Savior in the field today | | | | | | | |
d156 | Workman [workmen] of God O lose not heart | | | | | | | |