# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d102 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d103 | Savior, source of every blessing, tune my heart to grateful lays | | | | | | | |
d104 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d105 | Saw you never in the twilight When the sun | | | | | | | |
d106 | Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright | | | | | | | |
d107 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d108 | Soldiers, awake, this is the festal hour | | | | | | | |
d109 | Sound the battle cry | | | | | | | |
d110 | Sweet Holy Spirit, come, Dwell with a child | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere [as] we go | | | | | | | |
d112 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d113 | Thank the Creator, for his love is endless | | | | | | | |
d114 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d115 | The day is gently sinking to a close | | | | | | | |
d116 | The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d117 | The inn was full, there was no room | | | | | | | |
d118 | The Son of God in mighty love came down | | | | | | | |
d119 | The sparrow finds a home | | | | | | | |
d120 | The wise may bring their learning | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d125 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d126 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d127 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d128 | Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d129 | Through the night of doubt [pain] and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d130 | Thy bitter anguish o'er | | | | | | | |
d131 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d132 | Up in heaven, up in heaven, in the bright | | | | | | | |
d133 | We are but strangers here | | | | | | | |
d134 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d135 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d136 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d137 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d138 | What a strange and wondrous story | | | | | | | |
d139 | Whate'er my [our] God ordains is right | | | | | | | |
d140 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d141 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d142 | When of old the Jewish mothers | | | | | | | |
d143 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d144 | Wonderful night [wonderful night]! Angels and shining immortals | | | | | | | |
d145 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]