| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d201 | Something I must do each day | | | | | | | |
| d202 | Somewhere there is a land of light | | | | | | | |
| d203 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d204 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
| d205 | Standing on the crumbling verge | | | | | | | |
| d206 | Steady, brother, steady, though the storm-winds rise | | | | | | | |
| d207 | Stormy seas may lie before me | | | | | | | |
| d208 | Surely if you knew my Savior | | | | | | | |
| d209 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
| d210 | Sweet is the promise, I will not forget thee | | | | | | | |
| d211 | Teach me thy will, O Lord, teach me thy will | | | | | | | |
| d212 | Telling the wonderful story | | | | | | | |
| d213 | The chariot wheels of God drive hard | | | | | | | |
| d214 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
| d215 | The man who stilled the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
| d216 | The Master has gone to a beautiful [distant] country | | | | | | | |
| d217 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
| d218 | The path that leads me to the throne | | | | | | | |
| d219 | The sands of life are falling fast | | | | | | | |
| d220 | The Savior has prepared for me | | | | | | | |
| d221 | The storm is awaking, The rocks are about thee | | | | | | | |
| d222 | The things now veiled in mystery | | | | | | | |
| d223 | The village choir was singing | | | | | | | |
| d224 | The way to get rid of the load of your sin | | | | | | | |
| d225 | There is a beautiful service | | | | | | | |
| d226 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
| d227 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
| d228 | There is a name of melody | | | | | | | |
| d229 | There is great rejoicing in my soul | | | | | | | |
| d230 | There is pardon, full and free | | | | | | | |
| d231 | There is someone knocking at your heart's door | | | | | | | |
| d232 | There is work that must be done | | | | | | | |
| d233 | There's a bridge that spans the river | | | | | | | |
| d234 | There's a bright and blessed land | | | | | | | |
| d235 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
| d236 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
| d237 | There's a pardon to be found | | | | | | | |
| d238 | There's a song in my heart that my lips cannot sing | | | | | | | |
| d239 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
| d240 | There's a voice that calls for reapers | | | | | | | |
| d241 | There's a wonderful Friend, ever close | | | | | | | |
| d242 | There's a wonderful theme in the gospel tongue | | | | | | | |
| d243 | They are gathering over the silent stream | | | | | | | |
| d244 | This earthly house is not enduring | | | | | | | |
| d245 | This is the season of hope and grace | | | | | | | |
| d246 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
| d247 | Though sometimes the storms sweep around me | | | | | | | |
| d248 | Though the path of life be drear | | | | | | | |
| d249 | Though under stormy skies I walk alone | | | | | | | |
| d250 | Through the shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
| d251 | 'Tis the grandest theme through the ages rung | | | | | | | |
| d252 | To Jesus I am clinging | | | | | | | |
| d253 | To Jesus would I ever cling | | | | | | | |
| d254 | To the cross of Calvary | | | | | | | |
| d255 | To the field with Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d256 | Too long have I wandered | | | | | | | |
| d257 | Unanswered yet, the prayer your lips have pleaded | | | | | | | |
| d258 | We go forth by the King's command | | | | | | | |
| d259 | We may lighten toil and care | | | | | | | |
| d260 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
| d261 | Weary soul by sin oppressed, spend one hour with Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d262 | We're told of a land beyond the blue sky | | | | | | | |
| d263 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d264 | What is making life so sweet | | | | | | | |
| d265 | What kind of seed are you sowing today | | | | | | | |
| d266 | What will be my state of mind | | | | | | | |
| d267 | When all my [the] labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
| d268 | When all the storms of life are o'er | | | | | | | |
| d269 | When darkness is hedging my way | | | | | | | |
| d270 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d271 | When I reach my home eternal | | | | | | | |
| d272 | When I walk through the shadow and gloom | | | | | | | |
| d273 | When life's breakers dash around you | | | | | | | |
| d274 | When our toil below is ended | | | | | | | |
| d275 | When the angel trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
| d276 | When the clouds are dark above you | | | | | | | |
| d277 | When the Lord shall call His people all together 'round the throne | | | | | | | |
| d278 | When this life on earth is ended | | | | | | | |
| d279 | When troubled my soul and when peace I would find | | | | | | | |
| d280 | When upon the clouds of heaven | | | | | | | |
| d281 | When we have reached the holy city | | | | | | | |
| d282 | When you at the footstool of mercy | | | | | | | |
| d283 | Where the golden grain is waving | | | | | | | |
| d284 | While nature has her changing seasons | | | | | | | |
| d285 | While on the road that leads me home | | | | | | | |
| d286 | Why do you linger in darkness so long | | | | | | | |
| d287 | Why stand ye here idle, there's labor for all | | | | | | | |
| d288 | Wonderful gift from the Father above | | | | | | | |
| d289 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
| d290 | Yes, Lord, I hear thee calling | | | | | | | |
| d291 | You have heard of the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
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