| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | Pilgrim, on thy way aweary | | | | | | | |
| d102 | Pleasant are the pastures where Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d103 | Precious is the name of Jesus, who can half | | | | | | | |
| d104 | Precious Savior how I love thee | | | | | | | |
| d105 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
| d106 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
| d107 | Savior, bless the children | | | | | | | |
| d108 | Shout it aloud, each high mountain | | | | | | | |
| d109 | Sing aloud a joyful chorus | | | | | | | |
| d110 | Sinner, come, O come tonight | | | | | | | |
| d111 | Sinner [sinners] go [come], will you go | | | | | | | |
| d112 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
| d113 | Sweet 'tis to sing of thee | | | | | | | |
| d114 | The birds on restless wing | | | | | | | |
| d115 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
| d116 | The Savior invites you poor wanderer | | | | | | | |
| d117 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
| d118 | There are songs of joy that I loved to sing | | | | | | | |
| d119 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
| d120 | There is a home, a peaceful home, A home of joy and love | | | | | | | |
| d121 | There is a land of purest love | | | | | | | |
| d122 | There's a beautiful land far beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
| d123 | There's a bright gold light that is shining | | | | | | | |
| d124 | There's a home in a beautiful bower | | | | | | | |
| d125 | There's a message from the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d126 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
| d127 | There's a wonderful story I've heard long ago | | | | | | | |
| d128 | 'Tis never too late to be sowing | | | | | | | |
| d129 | To every little loving child | | | | | | | |
| d130 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
| d131 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Up friends of Jesus, the harvest is white | | | | | | | |
| d133 | Up in the morning and away to the field | | | | | | | |
| d134 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
| d135 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
| d136 | We are little travelers, Marching, marching | | | | | | | |
| d137 | We are marching homeward with the blest | | | | | | | |
| d138 | We shall meet beyond the river | | | | | | | |
| d139 | We shall reach the golden strand | | | | | | | |
| d140 | We shall stand before the King | | | | | | | |
| d141 | We welcome you, friends of our Master | | | | | | | |
| d142 | We will sweetly sing on the golden shore | | | | | | | |
| d143 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
| d144 | Well wife, I've found the model church | | | | | | | |
| d145 | We're soldiers in a noble band | | | | | | | |
| d146 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d147 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
| d148 | When I awake in that [the] sweet morn of morns | | | | | | | |
| d149 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
| d150 | When we get home to that beautiful land | | | | | | | |
| d151 | Where life's [the] crystal stream doth flow | | | | | | | |
| d152 | While sailing over the sea of life | | | | | | | |
| d153 | While upon our pilgrim journey | | | | | | | |
| d154 | While we live upon earth | | | | | | | |
| d155 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
| d156 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
| d157 | Why does Jesus come with mercy | | | | | | | |
| d158 | Will you come, will you come, with your poor broken heart | | | | | | | |
| d159 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
| d160 | Yes, we shall [will] meet beyond the flood | | | | | | | |
| d161 | Yet there is room, the Lamb's bright hall of song | | | | | | | |
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