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d101 | Rally round the blessed Bible | | | | | | | |
d102 | Rapture is thrilling my spirit today | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sheaves are waiting all around us | | | | | | | |
d104 | Sing the praise of Jesus, sing it every day | | | | | | | |
d105 | Singing, smiling, glowing | | | | | | | |
d106 | Singing to victory, serving the Lord | | | | | | | |
d107 | Some better time, my soul will rise | | | | | | | |
d108 | Someone has saved my drifting soul | | | | | | | |
d109 | Someone helps me on my way | | | | | | | |
d110 | Still is heard the gospel story | | | | | | | |
d111 | Stumbling one day, a little one fell | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sweet the thought, as on I go | | | | | | | |
d113 | The blessed Savior ever knows | | | | | | | |
d114 | The burden from my soul has completely gone | | | | | | | |
d115 | The hand that can save | | | | | | | |
d116 | The harvest fields are white, and glowing | | | | | | | |
d117 | The path is rough, the day is drear | | | | | | | |
d118 | The Savior has bought me | | | | | | | |
d119 | The Savior has prepared above | | | | | | | |
d120 | The Savior's own blood hath redeemed me | | | | | | | |
d121 | The stars reflect him from above | | | | | | | |
d122 | The welcome bells of heaven are ringing | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a home beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is a land where souls remain | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is but One with changeless love | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is one who leads on to glory | | | | | | | |
d127 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d128 | There's a home of peace and love for me | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a land far away fromt he deserts | | | | | | | |
d130 | This world is a harvest field | | | | | | | |
d131 | Though in paths of sin I've wandered | | | | | | | |
d132 | Though the way is dark and drear | | | | | | | |
d133 | To be patient I will try | | | | | | | |
d134 | To realms of light we make our way | | | | | | | |
d135 | Triumphant hosannas are ringing | | | | | | | |
d136 | Trusting Jesus every day, Sure that he will | | | | | | | |
d137 | Unto Jesus I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d138 | Victory, victory, sing through his grace | | | | | | | |
d139 | We are little sowers, sowing for the Lord | | | | | | | |
d140 | We are on the shining way that leads to heaven | | | | | | | |
d141 | We are passing on to the glory-land | | | | | | | |
d142 | We are pressing on to heaven | | | | | | | |
d143 | We are spreading the blessed story | | | | | | | |
d144 | We are traveling toward the golden shore | | | | | | | |
d145 | We shall have a home in glory | | | | | | | |
d146 | We will bravely press along | | | | | | | |
d147 | Welcome, happy welcome, friends we give to you | | | | | | | |
d148 | We're a loyal Christian band | | | | | | | |
d149 | We're pressing on to glory | | | | | | | |
d150 | What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, who bore | | | | | | | |
d151 | What have you done in the Master's dear name | | | | | | | |
d152 | What mortal voice can truly sing | | | | | | | |
d153 | What rejoicing there will be, by the shining | | | | | | | |
d154 | What uplifting songs will rise | | | | | | | |
d155 | When my soul is drear and the foe is near | | | | | | | |
d156 | When my soul is tried by sin and woe | | | | | | | |
d157 | When our life is ended here below | | | | | | | |
d158 | When the gleaning time is over | | | | | | | |
d159 | When the judgment morn is breaking | | | | | | | |
d160 | When the Savior made my sin depart | | | | | | | |
d161 | When the songs of glory roll | | | | | | | |
d162 | When the sun is drooped in mourning | | | | | | | |
d163 | When we gather in that home | | | | | | | |
d164 | When you finish here your singing | | | | | | | |
d165 | Wherever I on earth may go | | | | | | | |
d166 | While traveling through time's desert bleak | | | | | | | |
d167 | While we tread this vale below | | | | | | | |
d168 | Who can know that awful hour | | | | | | | |
d169 | Why stand ye here idle, the harvest is white | | | | | | | |
d170 | With banners waving in the light | | | | | | | |
d171 | With the crown of victory before us | | | | | | | |
d172 | Won't you come home, sinner | | | | | | | |
d173 | Work for Jesus day and night | | | | | | | |
d174 | Would you see the darkness round you disappear | | | | | | | |