# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Today while the sun shines, work with a will | | | | | | | |
d202 | Tradition and error in battle array | | | | | | | |
d203 | Truth reflects upon our senses | | | | | | | |
d204 | Uphold the right, though fierce the fight | | | | | | | |
d205 | Verdant spring and rosy summer | | | | | | | |
d206 | Waiting for the reapers' sickles | | | | | | | |
d207 | We are all enlisted | | | | | | | |
d208 | We are sowing, daily sowing | | | | | | | |
d209 | We are watchers, earnest watchers | | | | | | | |
d210 | We meet again in Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d211 | We thank thee, O God, for a prophet | | | | | | | |
d212 | We want to see the temple | | | | | | | |
d213 | Welcome happy Sunday, day of days the best | | | | | | | |
d214 | Welcome, welcome, Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
d215 | We'll sing all hail to Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d216 | We're marching on to glory | | | | | | | |
d217 | We're not ashamed to own our Lord | | | | | | | |
d218 | What voice salutes the startled ear | | | | | | | |
d219 | What was witnessed in the heavens | | | | | | | |
d220 | When called to the throne of your Lord | | | | | | | |
d221 | When dark and drear the skies appear | | | | | | | |
d222 | When first the glorious light of truth | | | | | | | |
d223 | When many to the Savior's feet | | | | | | | |
d224 | When shall we all meet again | | | | | | | |
d225 | When shall we meet thee | | | | | | | |
d226 | When the rosy light of morning | | | | | | | |
d227 | When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed | | | | | | | |
d228 | Where the vioce of friendship's heard | | | | | | | |
d229 | While of these emblems we partake | | | | | | | |
d230 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d231 | Who's on the Lord's side, Who | | | | | | | |
d232 | With wondering awe the wise men saw | | | | | | | |
d233 | Ye chosen twelve, to you are given | | | | | | | |
d234 | Ye elders of Isr'l, come join now with me | | | | | | | |
d235 | Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray | | | | | | | |
d236 | Ye who are called to labor and minister | | | | | | | |
d237 | You can make the pathway bright | | | | | | | |
d238 | Your sweet little rose bud has left you | | | | | | | |
d239 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]