Quartet Song Book No. 3

#	Text	Tune
d1	A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify
d2	Adown the valley low
d3	All along on the road to the soul's true abode
d4	Are you always praising mother
d5	Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep
d6	Better get to praying, O Lordy, yes
d7	Brother, one of these nights
d8	Don't you want to go to that happy home
d9	Earthly wealth and fame may never come to me
d10	Every hour I need thy blessing
d11	For many long years in bondage
d12	Glory beams are shining on my way
d13	Goodbye old world of sorrow
d14	Have you heard of that bright city
d15	Heaven comes down my soul to greet
d16	Here friends forsake us and prove untrue
d17	Here I stand beside death's chilly waters
d18	Here I wander in need of the things
d19	Here we're often tossed and driven on the rest
d20	How our hearts ache with grief
d21	I am happy today and the sun shines bright
d22	I am traveling through the world of sadness
d23	I am working for my Savior every passing hour
d24	I dreamed I had gone to that city
d25	I have assurance sweet, a solace most complete
d26	I have known a life of sorrow
d27	I have started home to God
d28	I once was lone and idle
d29	I remember the time when in darkness
d30	I was burdened with sin and no hope could I see
d31	I was listening in to a radio station
d32	I was sinking deep in sin
d33	If cares of this life are weighting you down
d34	If the price of salvation were silver and gold
d35	I'm a pilgrim on life's weary road
d36	I'm in the way, the bright and shining way
d37	I'm in the way, the narrow way
d38	I'm standing now on the silent shore
d39	I've been traveling for Jesus
d40	I've started for the glory land
d41	Jesus has taken a beautiful bud
d42	Joy to me this thought has given
d43	Joys are flowing like a river
d44	Lay me where my mother's sleeping
d45	Laying up my treasures in that home above
d46	Let me wander again To my old childhood home
d47	Lonely days sometimes I'm almost to the ground
d48	Make known the gospel news
d49	Makes me love everybody
d50	Many years I've traveled on this weary road
d51	My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d52	My heart was made sad, such sorrow I had
d53	My Savior and King whose praises I sing
d54	My Savior dear, Now dwells with me
d55	My Savior prayed in the garden
d56	No matter how loud you pray
d57	Now you surely could if you only would
d58	Now Zion's ship is sailing
d59	On Mount Olive's sacred brow Jesus spent the night in prayer
d60	Once a sinner out in darkness
d61	Once I was lost and very lonely
d62	Over in the promised land where we'll join the
d63	Over the river, shining forever
d64	Praise to Jesus Christ the Son
d65	See the ripened grain is falling
d66	Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod
d67	She's a little old fashioned
d68	Shine on me, in the morning
d69	Some glad morning we shall see Jesus
d70	Some of these days I'm going yonder
d71	Somebody's been a friend indeed
d72	Sometimes when misgivings darken the day
d73	Sorrows often meet us here
d74	Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander]
d75	That will be a great glad day
d76	The Lord has been good to me
d77	The sands have been washed in the footprints
d78	The wonderful love of the Savior is mine
d79	There is a name of wondrous sweetness
d80	There is many a cross to carry
d81	There was a time I know, when in the book of heaven
d82	There will be no darkness in that city
d83	There will be somebody waiting
d84	There's a call that rings from the throne
d85	There's a city built above where all is perfect
d86	They tried my Lord and Master
d87	Thou art gone, our precious darling
d88	Though shadows may fall across my way
d89	Three thousand years ago
d90	To Canaan's land I'm on my way
d91	Turn away from evil and be made clean
d92	Upon our journey here below we meet with pain and loss
d93	We're floating down the stream of time
d94	We're sailing to a far off shore
d95	When billows dark around me roll
d96	When I reach my home eternal
d97	When I saw the cleansing fountain
d98	When I see Jesus coming on that glad day
d99	When I was drifting out in sin
d100	When Jesus comes again to gather his own