# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d102 | The prophet by divine command | | | | | | | |
d103 | The star, the star of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
d104 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d105 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d106 | There is a way but little trod | | | | | | | |
d107 | There's a glorious land, and it is not far away | | | | | | | |
d108 | There's an enemy at hand, shall we forward march or stand | | | | | | | |
d109 | They crowned thee in those other days with thorns | | | | | | | |
d110 | Thou land of my childhood | | | | | | | |
d111 | Though I'm but a little child, Yet | | | | | | | |
d112 | Till I shall be sleeping | | | | | | | |
d113 | To him that loved us who can | | | | | | | |
d114 | Trusting, my cross I bear | | | | | | | |
d115 | We are waiting at the crossing | | | | | | | |
d116 | We'll stand for the right | | | | | | | |
d117 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d118 | What though the night is dreary | | | | | | | |
d119 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d120 | When our sorrows and griefs | | | | | | | |
d121 | When the tempest gathers round me | | | | | | | |
d122 | White as snow, can my transgressions | | | | | | | |
d123 | Why wilt thou not relent | | | | | | | |
d124 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]