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d101 | O how happy we shall be | | | | | | | |
d102 | O the bells, the joyful bells | | | | | | | |
d103 | O what can you tell, little pebble | | | | | | | |
d104 | O where shall I go such a friend to find | | | | | | | |
d105 | On the stormy billows | | | | | | | |
d106 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d107 | One more year of joy | | | | | | | |
d108 | Only an hour too late | | | | | | | |
d109 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d110 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d111 | Our Father in heaven, to thy name be given | | | | | | | |
d112 | Our glad voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
d113 | Our heavenly Father, as we bow before thee | | | | | | | |
d114 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d115 | Pressing along in the narrow way | | | | | | | |
d116 | Remember thy Creator while yet thy skies are clear | | | | | | | |
d117 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d118 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d119 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d120 | Savior, blessed should I be | | | | | | | |
d121 | Savior, I would be happy | | | | | | | |
d122 | Scatter kind words all around you | | | | | | | |
d123 | See the Savior this way | | | | | | | |
d124 | Sing, O sing, your voice upraise | | | | | | | |
d125 | Sitting at the feet of Jesus, O what words | | | | | | | |
d126 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d127 | Softly a lullaby soothes | | | | | | | |
d128 | Softly they come | | | | | | | |
d129 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d130 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d131 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d134 | The battle cry has sounded | | | | | | | |
d135 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d136 | The morning breaks, and angel chorus | | | | | | | |
d137 | The sea is wildly tossing | | | | | | | |
d138 | The shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d139 | The sleighbells jingle in their glee | | | | | | | |
d140 | The sweetest purest best | | | | | | | |
d141 | The waters are troubled | | | | | | | |
d142 | There are mansions of glory | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d144 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d145 | There is a land of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is joy among the angels that fill the courts above | | | | | | | |
d147 | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky | | | | | | | |
d148 | Thou art walking, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d149 | Though I'm but a little child, Yet | | | | | | | |
d150 | Though the messengers came | | | | | | | |
d151 | 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace | | | | | | | |
d152 | To God, who spared me through | | | | | | | |
d153 | To the harvest field away (Mathews) | | | | | | | |
d154 | To thee be praise forever | | | | | | | |
d155 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d156 | Tripping lightly o'er the verdant lawn | | | | | | | |
d157 | Up and away, like the dew of the morning | | | | | | | |
d158 | Wake from intemperance, hear ye mercy's song | | | | | | | |
d159 | Watchman on the walls of Zion | | | | | | | |
d160 | We are coming to the fountain | | | | | | | |
d161 | We are coming to the Savior's | | | | | | | |
d162 | We are gathered here in our | | | | | | | |
d163 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d164 | We are sailing o'er an ocean | | | | | | | |
d165 | We gather today with parents | | | | | | | |
d166 | We little crossbearers, bound | | | | | | | |
d167 | We must work and pray together | | | | | | | |
d168 | We shall meet bye and bye | | | | | | | |
d169 | We will join in glad thanksgiving | | | | | | | |
d170 | Weary oft we are below | | | | | | | |
d171 | We're a little band of pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d172 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d173 | When Gabriel sends his trumpet | | | | | | | |
d174 | When I think of Jesus' love, Jesus, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d175 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d176 | When tossed on life's tempestuous tide | | | | | | | |
d177 | When will the sweet tomorrow | | | | | | | |
d178 | Why should our hearts repine | | | | | | | |
d179 | With joyful hearts we look | | | | | | | |
d180 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d181 | Would you know where the birds sing sweetest | | | | | | | |
d182 | Ye who are toiling o'er life's | | | | | | | |
d183 | Yes, Jesus loves the little ones | | | | | | | |
d184 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |