# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sometimes I'm weary, burdened | | | | | | | |
d102 | Soul, by sin deluded, wretched, poor | | | | | | | |
d103 | Sweet is the thought when a storm is sweeping | | | | | | | |
d104 | The blessed Savior's voice is calling | | | | | | | |
d105 | There are many faithful workers | | | | | | | |
d106 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d107 | There is a place of joy and w | | | | | | | |
d108 | There is sadness here below | | | | | | | |
d109 | There was once a time when in my heart I was condemned | | | | | | | |
d110 | There will be a great and glad reunion over on the other shore | | | | | | | |
d111 | There'll come a day, how sweet 'twill be | | | | | | | |
d112 | There's a blessed Friend | | | | | | | |
d113 | There's a little mountain shack | | | | | | | |
d114 | There's a mighty Friend beside you | | | | | | | |
d115 | There's a million things I'd like to do to serve | | | | | | | |
d116 | There's no guarantee that's given down here | | | | | | | |
d117 | These are days that try the souls | | | | | | | |
d118 | They tell me there's a long white robe for all | | | | | | | |
d119 | Though we are placed in the tomb | | | | | | | |
d120 | Through a world of sorrow we are passing | | | | | | | |
d121 | 'Tis a beautiful thought | | | | | | | |
d122 | To those who search the world for joy | | | | | | | |
d123 | Troubles I fear while traveling | | | | | | | |
d124 | Upon the sea of life I'm sailing every day | | | | | | | |
d125 | We, as a people, just follow | | | | | | | |
d126 | We can always depend on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d127 | We go through life and never try | | | | | | | |
d128 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d129 | Weary pilgrim on the road | | | | | | | |
d130 | Weary pilgrim, sad, when the road | | | | | | | |
d131 | We're bearing goodly fruits | | | | | | | |
d132 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d133 | What could I do without Jesus | | | | | | | |
d134 | When all the world, enslaved by sin | | | | | | | |
d135 | When dawns a new morning | | | | | | | |
d136 | When earthly friends forsake me | | | | | | | |
d137 | When God dips his pen of love in my heart | | | | | | | |
d138 | When has come the judgement day | | | | | | | |
d139 | When in the dark night of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d140 | When Isr'l came from bondage | | | | | | | |
d141 | When Jesus saved me and made me whole | | | | | | | |
d142 | When Jesus speaks to me | | | | | | | |
d143 | When my work is over I willl sing | | | | | | | |
d144 | When the hills are hard to climb | | | | | | | |
d145 | When we all get to heaven by and by | | | | | | | |
d146 | When we get yonder love will grow fonder | | | | | | | |
d147 | When wicked men were bound deep | | | | | | | |
d148 | When you are lonely, clouds hide the blue | | | | | | | |
d149 | While a pilgrim in a land | | | | | | | |
d150 | Why must the world be torn | | | | | | | |
d151 | Wonderful love was shown for me | | | | | | | |
d152 | You may live in mansions and ride in limousines | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]