| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d101 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
| d102 | O Jesus, Savior, I long to rest | | | | | | | |
| d103 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
| d104 | O love surpassing knowledge | | | | | | | |
| d105 | O sometimes the shadows are deep | | | | | | | |
| d106 | O the good we all may do | | | | | | | |
| d107 | O the unsearchable riches of Christ | | | | | | | |
| d108 | O they tell me of a home far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
| d109 | O think of the home over there | | | | | | | |
| d110 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
| d111 | O Zion that bringest good tidings | | | | | | | |
| d112 | Oft hast thou [have I] heard a voice that said, in tones that were soft and low | | | | | | | |
| d113 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
| d114 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
| d115 | Only a beam of sunshine | | | | | | | |
| d116 | Only a touch of the tremulous hand | | | | | | | |
| d117 | Only Jesus, blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d118 | Onward, dear pilgrim, faint and so weary | | | | | | | |
| d119 | Onward march we, neath the royal banner | | | | | | | |
| d120 | Onward, upward, ever is our motto | | | | | | | |
| d121 | Our friends on earth we meet with pleasure | | | | | | | |
| d122 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
| d123 | Praise the Savior, all ye nations | | | | | | | |
| d124 | Radiant clime of the pure | | | | | | | |
| d125 | Rally round the standard, hear the trumpet call | | | | | | | |
| d126 | Repeat the sweet story of Jesus to me | | | | | | | |
| d127 | Rest to the weary soul And aching breast | | | | | | | |
| d128 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
| d129 | Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath | | | | | | | |
| d130 | Sailor on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
| d131 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
| d132 | Savior, guide us in the pathway | | | | | | | |
| d133 | See him in the garden lone | | | | | | | |
| d134 | Shine, Christian, shine, there's darkness | | | | | | | |
| d135 | Should the death angel knock at thy chamber | | | | | | | |
| d136 | Shout, shout along life's journey | | | | | | | |
| d137 | Sing we of the grace of God | | | | | | | |
| d138 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
| d139 | Someone is knocking at thy heart's door | | | | | | | |
| d140 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
| d141 | Sowing the tares, when it might have been wheat | | | | | | | |
| d142 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
| d143 | The half he has never revealed | | | | | | | |
| d144 | The home where changes never come | | | | | | | |
| d145 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
| d146 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
| d147 | The Master stood at the vineyard gate | | | | | | | |
| d148 | The mistakes of my life are [have been] many | | | | | | | |
| d149 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
| d150 | The Savior is patiently waiting | | | | | | | |
| d151 | The soul hath a hope | | | | | | | |
| d152 | The voice of thy conscience oft whispers | | | | | | | |
| d153 | There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands | | | | | | | |
| d154 | There is a Rock in a weary land | | | | | | | |
| d155 | There is a voice of the tenderest love | | | | | | | |
| d156 | There is joy for the life that is dreary | | | | | | | |
| d157 | There is joy in heaven today | | | | | | | |
| d158 | There was love, deep love at [in] the cross displayed | | | | | | | |
| d159 | There's a beautiful place for you and for me | | | | | | | |
| d160 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
| d161 | There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | | | | | | | |
| d162 | There's a Rose that is blooming for you | | | | | | | |
| d163 | There's a wonderful theme in the gospel tongue | | | | | | | |
| d164 | There's light at the cross | | | | | | | |
| d165 | Though far from the fold of the Savior | | | | | | | |
| d166 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
| d167 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
| d168 | To that heavenly home, blest thought to me | | | | | | | |
| d169 | Trying to walk in the steps of the Savior | | | | | | | |
| d170 | We are absent here from the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d171 | We are marching on to reach that happy land | | | | | | | |
| d172 | We are traveling to a better land | | | | | | | |
| d173 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
| d174 | Weary watchers for the morning | | | | | | | |
| d175 | We'll gather the children of want and sin | | | | | | | |
| d176 | We'll reach the mansions of paradise | | | | | | | |
| d177 | We're soldiers in the army of Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
| d178 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
| d179 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
| d180 | When a sinner comes, as a sinner may | | | | | | | |
| d181 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
| d182 | When shall we stand at yon portals fair | | | | | | | |
| d183 | When sorrow's cup pours out its woe | | | | | | | |
| d184 | When the cares of life oppress me | | | | | | | |
| d185 | When the night comes on and the work is done | | | | | | | |
| d186 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
| d187 | Where are you going, O sinner | | | | | | | |
| d188 | Whither do you journey along, brother | | | | | | | |
| d189 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
| d190 | Who shall abide his coming | | | | | | | |
| d191 | Why stand ye here idle, there's labor for all | | | | | | | |
| d192 | Would you all your sins remove | | | | | | | |
| d193 | Would you please and honor Jesus | | | | | | | |
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