# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d102 | My God, my King, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
d103 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | No matter what temptations | | | | | | | |
d105 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d106 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d107 | O have you seen the King of kings | | | | | | | |
d108 | O say can you see by the dawn's early light | | | | | | | |
d109 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d110 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
d111 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d112 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d113 | Once more with joy and singing | | | | | | | |
d114 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
d115 | Pleasant words, the river's wave | | | | | | | |
d116 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
d117 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d118 | Raise we now the gladsome measure | | | | | | | |
d119 | Ring, ring, ring, sweetly, sweetly ring | | | | | | | |
d120 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d121 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d122 | Savior, bless Thy [the] word [words] to all | | | | | | | |
d123 | Savior, I Thy word believe, my unbelief remove | | | | | | | |
d124 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d125 | Shepherd, we stray, show us the way | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d127 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d128 | Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
d129 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d130 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d131 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d133 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d134 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d135 | The soldiers are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d136 | The sun shines bright and our hearts are light | | | | | | | |
d137 | The Sunday school is my delight, O let us hasten | | | | | | | |
d138 | The thought is inspiring the prospect is sweet | | | | | | | |
d139 | The time of our watching and waiting is o'er | | | | | | | |
d140 | The way to happiness obtain | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is a holy city, A happy world above | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is a land of love | | | | | | | |
d144 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d145 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d148 | There's a beautiful shore where the loved ones are gone | | | | | | | |
d149 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d150 | Thou who ordainest, for the land's salvation | | | | | | | |
d151 | Three cheers for our banner | | | | | | | |
d152 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d153 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d154 | To far heathen lands, the tidings we'll send | | | | | | | |
d155 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d156 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d157 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d158 | Twelve months have swiftly rolled around | | | | | | | |
d159 | Welcome, welcome, quiet morning | | | | | | | |
d160 | We'll all meet our Savior | | | | | | | |
d161 | What did our Lord and Savior say | | | | | | | |
d162 | What says the clock when it strikes one | | | | | | | |
d163 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d164 | When my mother's hands are o'er me spread | | | | | | | |
d165 | When our earthly sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d166 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d167 | When the scenes of earth have faded | | | | | | | |
d168 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d169 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d170 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
d171 | Where liberty dwells, is my country | | | | | | | |
d172 | Who has our Redeemer heard | | | | | | | |
d173 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d174 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d175 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d176 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d177 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |