# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | One there is above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d102 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d103 | Our Jesus says that he will come | | | | | | | |
d104 | Our Savior came down from his home in the skies | | | | | | | |
d105 | Out of darkness into light Jesus calls | | | | | | | |
d106 | Over to Canaan I'm going | | | | | | | |
d107 | Perishing splendors pass away | | | | | | | |
d108 | Prayer is the key for [on] the bending knee | | | | | | | |
d109 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d110 | Rise, dear children, rise | | | | | | | |
d111 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d112 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d113 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
d114 | Sing with a tuneful spirit | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sweet will be the rest | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sweetly I'm resting in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d117 | Take my yoke upon you | | | | | | | |
d118 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d119 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d120 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d121 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d122 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is a gift of wondrous price | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d126 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d127 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d128 | They are blest and blest forever | | | | | | | |
d129 | They brought unto Jesus the halt and the blind | | | | | | | |
d130 | Though the clouds may rise | | | | | | | |
d131 | To thee, O Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d132 | Touch not the cup, it is death to thy [the] soul | | | | | | | |
d133 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d134 | We are coming to the fountain | | | | | | | |
d135 | We come to thee, dear [sweet] Savior | | | | | | | |
d136 | We dwell this side of Jordan's stream | | | | | | | |
d137 | We now give our hearts to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d138 | We read of a beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d139 | Weary, wandering child of grief | | | | | | | |
d140 | We're marching on to glory land | | | | | | | |
d141 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d142 | When Jesus to the temple came | | | | | | | |
d143 | When we reach the golden city, When we pass | | | | | | | |
d144 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d145 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d146 | Why should our hearts repine | | | | | | | |
d147 | Will that not joyful be | | | | | | | |
d148 | Work for Jesus, time is flying | | | | | | | |
d149 | Ye faithful pilgrim soldiers | | | | | | | |
d150 | Yet there is room, the Lamb's bright hall of song | | | | | | | |