# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | The Assyrian came down like the wolf | | | | | | | |
d102 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d103 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d104 | The evening was glorious | | | | | | | |
d105 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d106 | The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose | | | | | | | |
d107 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d108 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d109 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d110 | The rose had been washed | | | | | | | |
d111 | The vernal flowers their beauties spread | | | | | | | |
d112 | The voice is hushed the gentle voice | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d116 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
d117 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d118 | This earthly globe, the creature of a day | | | | | | | |
d119 | This vast assembly now convened | | | | | | | |
d120 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d121 | Thou great Instructor, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
d122 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d124 | Though dwelling with strangers around | | | | | | | |
d125 | To mark the sufferings of the babe | | | | | | | |
d126 | To thee in each [youth's] bright morning | | | | | | | |
d127 | To thee, O blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d128 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d129 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d130 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
d131 | We know what the Sabbath day means | | | | | | | |
d132 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d133 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
d134 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d135 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d136 | When nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d137 | When shall I see the day that ends my woes | | | | | | | |
d138 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d139 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d140 | When the calmness of evening lulls nature to rest | | | | | | | |
d141 | Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll | | | | | | | |
d142 | Where are the friends that to me were so dear | | | | | | | |
d143 | Wherewith shall a young man cleanse his way | | | | | | | |
d144 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d145 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d146 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d147 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d148 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d149 | Ye servants of God | | | | | | | |
d150 | Young man indulge thy passion | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]