# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d102 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d103 | This loving Savior stands patiently | | | | | | | |
d104 | Though the way seems lone | | | | | | | |
d105 | To honor God and bless the word | | | | | | | |
d106 | To thee, O God, glad songs we bring | | | | | | | |
d107 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d108 | Trust me, O my little children | | | | | | | |
d109 | Up with thy hands to Jesus, O guilty, tempest tossed | | | | | | | |
d110 | We are traveling, slowly traveling | | | | | | | |
d111 | We gather in the children | | | | | | | |
d112 | We passed poor Johnny's cabin | | | | | | | |
d113 | We praise thee, we bless thee, our Father and Friend | | | | | | | |
d114 | We think of those, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d115 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d116 | Welcome, sweet sunshine, thy bright | | | | | | | |
d117 | We're a happy little band | | | | | | | |
d118 | What did the angel to the shepherds | | | | | | | |
d119 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d120 | What is like a living germ | | | | | | | |
d121 | What, lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d122 | What shall thine afterward be, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d123 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d124 | When the chosen race forsook | | | | | | | |
d125 | Where is now our loved one | | | | | | | |
d126 | Wherefore stand ye idle | | | | | | | |
d127 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d128 | Why perish with cold and with hunger | | | | | | | |
d129 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]