# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d102 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d103 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
d104 | O come to the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
d105 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
d106 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d107 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d108 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d109 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d110 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d111 | O shout for joy, let songs arise | | | | | | | |
d112 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
d113 | O thou that hearest prayer, attend | | | | | | | |
d114 | O what shall I do to be saved from the sorrows | | | | | | | |
d115 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d116 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d117 | O whither now so bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d118 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d119 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d120 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d121 | One more witness for Christ tonight | | | | | | | |
d122 | Only a few more years | | | | | | | |
d123 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d124 | Our country for Jesus, the land of the free | | | | | | | |
d125 | Our day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
d126 | Out of the mouths of children | | | | | | | |
d127 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d128 | Peacefully lay her down to rest | | | | | | | |
d129 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d130 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d131 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d132 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d133 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d134 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d135 | Shall we all meet at home | | | | | | | |
d136 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d137 | Shout the tidings of salvation to the aged and the young | | | | | | | |
d138 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d139 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive, let a repenting | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d141 | Soon shall the trump of God | | | | | | | |
d142 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d143 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d144 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d145 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d146 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d147 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d148 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d149 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d150 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d151 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d152 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
d153 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d154 | The Lord our Savior will appear | | | | | | | |
d155 | The mistakes of my life are [have been] many | | | | | | | |
d156 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d157 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
d158 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d159 | The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
d160 | There are lights by the shore [in the harbor] of that country | | | | | | | |
d161 | There is a cross for me | | | | | | | |
d162 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d163 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
d164 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a land, a sunny land | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d167 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d168 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
d169 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d170 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d171 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d172 | This rite our blest Redeemer gave | | | | | | | |
d173 | Thou art calling even me | | | | | | | |
d174 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d175 | Though trembling Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
d176 | 'Tis never too late to be sowing | | | | | | | |
d177 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d178 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d179 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d180 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d181 | We close the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d182 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d183 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d184 | Welcome, welcome, Sabbath morning | | | | | | | |
d185 | We're a faithful pilgrim band | | | | | | | |
d186 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d187 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d188 | What will it matter, bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d189 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d190 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d191 | When I'm weary I am led | | | | | | | |
d192 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d193 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d194 | Where are the reapers | | | | | | | |
d195 | While afflicted, tossed, and driven | | | | | | | |
d196 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d197 | Why should I wait | | | | | | | |
d198 | Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold | | | | | | | |
d199 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d200 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |