# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | There is rest, sweet rest, at the Master's feet | | | | | | | |
d202 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d203 | There's a feast now awaiting, prepared by loving hands | | | | | | | |
d204 | There's a land of wondrous beauty | | | | | | | |
d205 | There's a land over yonder | | | | | | | |
d206 | There's a secret we can know | | | | | | | |
d207 | There's a word of tender beauty | | | | | | | |
d208 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d209 | They tell of a city far up in the sky | | | | | | | |
d210 | They who know the Savior shall in him be strong | | | | | | | |
d211 | Thou to whom my life I owe | | | | | | | |
d212 | Though my sins like scarlet are | | | | | | | |
d213 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d214 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d215 | 'Twas when to Christ I fully gave | | | | | | | |
d216 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d217 | Walking in sunlight all of my journey | | | | | | | |
d218 | Walking with God, beautiful thought | | | | | | | |
d219 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d220 | We are building in sorrow, and building in joy | | | | | | | |
d221 | We are looking for the coming of the King | | | | | | | |
d222 | We will follow Jesus when the days are joyful | | | | | | | |
d223 | What a blessed friend is Jesus | | | | | | | |
d224 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d225 | What shall I sing for thee | | | | | | | |
d226 | When first my Savior's voice I heard | | | | | | | |
d227 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d228 | When I shall awake in that fair morn of morns | | | | | | | |
d229 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d230 | When I was far away and lost, O 'tis wonderful | | | | | | | |
d231 | When in my sorrow he found me | | | | | | | |
d232 | When Isr'l out of bondage came | | | | | | | |
d233 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d234 | When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide | | | | | | | |
d235 | When out in sin and darkness lost | | | | | | | |
d236 | When the early morning breaking Slumber from my eyelids shaking | | | | | | | |
d237 | When the pearly gates are opened to a [this] sinner saved by grace | | | | | | | |
d238 | When the ransomed ones shall gather | | | | | | | |
d239 | When the Savior shall call for his saints | | | | | | | |
d240 | When the tempests rage and the storms beat high | | | | | | | |
d241 | Why are you lost and unpardoned | | | | | | | |
d242 | Why art thou sad, O troubled soul | | | | | | | |
d243 | Will I ever see Jesus | | | | | | | |
d244 | Will our lamps be filled and ready | | | | | | | |
d245 | Word of comfort, words of cheer | | | | | | | |
d246 | Would you know why I love Jesus | | | | | | | |
d247 | Would you live for Jesus, and be always pure and good | | | | | | | |
d248 | Ye are my witnesses, thus saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
d249 | Ye are the temples, Jesus hath spoken | | | | | | | |
d250 | You'd better go to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d251 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]