# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O what will you do with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d102 | O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, in the beauty of holiness | | | | | | | |
d103 | On to the conflict, soldiers for the right | | | | | | | |
d104 | Only a step to Jesus, Then why not take it now | | | | | | | |
d105 | Only thee, my soul's Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d106 | Onward, upward, homeward, joyfully I flee | | | | | | | |
d107 | Our beloved have departed | | | | | | | |
d108 | Pray though the gate of mercy closed | | | | | | | |
d109 | Ring, ring the bells o'er ocean and shore | | | | | | | |
d110 | Rise in thy glory, O thou star of the morning | | | | | | | |
d111 | Round the tree of life | | | | | | | |
d112 | Scatter kind words all around you | | | | | | | |
d113 | Seal my heart with thy forgiveness | | | | | | | |
d114 | Seek Jesus, seek Jesus, in childhood and youth | | | | | | | |
d115 | Shall we meet in heaven, shall we meet | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sinner, come to Jesus, come without delay | | | | | | | |
d117 | Smiling in its virgin beauty | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sounding the watch cry | | | | | | | |
d120 | Spurn not the call to life | | | | | | | |
d121 | Strike your harps, ye saints in glory | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sweet peace on earth | | | | | | | |
d123 | Take the cross, take the cross | | | | | | | |
d124 | Take the wings of the morning, speed quickly | | | | | | | |
d125 | Take thy staff, O pilgrim, haste thee on thy way | | | | | | | |
d126 | Teach me, O Lord, as a child I am weak | | | | | | | |
d127 | The blood of Jesus, catch the strain | | | | | | | |
d128 | The dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d129 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is a name of sweeter sound | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a sound in every breeze | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is an hour of calm relief | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is rest for the weary, how cheering the thought | | | | | | | |
d134 | There's a chorus ever sweet | | | | | | | |
d135 | There's a fount where the weary may drink and be blest | | | | | | | |
d136 | There's a song in heaven for you | | | | | | | |
d137 | There's rest on the bosom of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d138 | These are the crowns that we shall wear | | | | | | | |
d139 | They are waiting by the shore | | | | | | | |
d140 | Thine, O God, be all the glory | | | | | | | |
d141 | Thou mighty Lord, whose searching eye | | | | | | | |
d142 | Through a weary land | | | | | | | |
d143 | Thy kingdom come, O God [Lord], thy rule [reign] | | | | | | | |
d144 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d145 | Up with the morning, O pilgrim [pilgrims] of Zion | | | | | | | |
d146 | Upward and onward | | | | | | | |
d147 | Wake every tuneful string | | | | | | | |
d148 | Wandering here, wandering | | | | | | | |
d149 | We are coming, we are coming | | | | | | | |
d150 | We are hungry, Lord behold us | | | | | | | |
d151 | We are little travelers, Marching, marching | | | | | | | |
d152 | We are pilgrims, we are pilgrims, Guided by a Savior's hand | | | | | | | |
d153 | We cannot lay our armor | | | | | | | |
d154 | We must watch for the good | | | | | | | |
d155 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d156 | We should never be discouraged | | | | | | | |
d157 | Welcome, welcome, welcome | | | | | | | |
d158 | What is thy prospect | | | | | | | |
d159 | When the Lord went forth | | | | | | | |
d160 | When the roses of youth | | | | | | | |
d161 | When the youthful son | | | | | | | |
d162 | While we look within thy word | | | | | | | |
d163 | Within the holy place | | | | | | | |
d164 | Words of cheer from the battle of life | | | | | | | |
d165 | Would the little children | | | | | | | |
d166 | Yonder rise the hills | | | | | | | |