# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d102 | O we're a band of brethren dear, I belong to this band, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d103 | O why should doubts or fears | | | | | | | |
d104 | Onward, press onward, the great command | | | | | | | |
d105 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
d106 | Pilgrim, is thy journey drear | | | | | | | |
d107 | Praise the Lord, he's pardoned me | | | | | | | |
d108 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d109 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d110 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sinner, wake, no more delay | | | | | | | |
d112 | Softly on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
d113 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d114 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d115 | Spring in her verdant robes | | | | | | | |
d116 | Strains of music often greet me | | | | | | | |
d117 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d120 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d121 | The day was dawning to its close | | | | | | | |
d122 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d123 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d125 | The time for prayer the time for prayer | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is a land, a sunny land | | | | | | | |
d127 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is a name the prophets knew | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
d130 | There's a story, dear children | | | | | | | |
d131 | They took my Savior's name in vain | | | | | | | |
d132 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d133 | Thou who art veiled in light | | | | | | | |
d134 | Though fondly we cherish the flag | | | | | | | |
d135 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d136 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d137 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d138 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d139 | Watchman on the walls of Zion | | | | | | | |
d140 | We are happy, singing cheerily | | | | | | | |
d141 | We have no home but heaven, A pilgrim's garb | | | | | | | |
d142 | We sing the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d143 | Weary wanderer o'er the main | | | | | | | |
d144 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
d145 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d146 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d147 | We've listed in a [the] holy war | | | | | | | |
d148 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d149 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d150 | When doubts and fears, like gathering clouds | | | | | | | |
d151 | When earth in purest robes | | | | | | | |
d152 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d153 | When the bounding heart is | | | | | | | |
d154 | When the golden shadows die | | | | | | | |
d155 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d156 | Why do we linger, we have | | | | | | | |
d157 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
d158 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d159 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d160 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d161 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
d162 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |