# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | To Sabbath school, to Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d202 | 'Twas in the days of vernal prime | | | | | | | |
d203 | We come with holy gladness | | | | | | | |
d204 | We have sown, and we shall reap | | | | | | | |
d205 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d206 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d207 | We're soldiers of Immaneul | | | | | | | |
d208 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d209 | We've listed in a [the] holy war | | | | | | | |
d210 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d211 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d212 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d213 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d214 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d215 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d216 | When sorrow darkens on life's path | | | | | | | |
d217 | When the beauteous spring is here | | | | | | | |
d218 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d219 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d220 | When the orb of day enlightens | | | | | | | |
d221 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d222 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d223 | Why not now, my God [Lord], my God | | | | | | | |
d224 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d225 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d226 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d227 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]