# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Remember, love, who gave thee this | | | | | | | |
d102 | Rest in the Lord and patiently wait | | | | | | | |
d103 | Rest will be sweet at eve | | | | | | | |
d104 | Savior, at the cross I'm bending | | | | | | | |
d105 | Savior, blessed Savior, listen while we sing | | | | | | | |
d106 | Savior, gentle Savior, tender, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
d107 | Savior, lead me, lest I stray, gently lead | | | | | | | |
d108 | Savior, refuge, Son of God | | | | | | | |
d109 | See, the Lord o'er sin and death victorious | | | | | | | |
d110 | See, the morn is brightening in the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d111 | Shelter my soul, O God | | | | | | | |
d112 | Slow fades the summer [evening] light | | | | | | | |
d113 | So near the cleansing fountain | | | | | | | |
d114 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d115 | Some day we shall lay | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sow today, the soil is ready | | | | | | | |
d117 | Tender and sweet is thy liquid chime | | | | | | | |
d118 | Tenderly lead me, Shepherd of souls | | | | | | | |
d119 | The bells of heaven are ringing, The bells of heaven | | | | | | | |
d120 | The brightest and best is for Jesus, my Lord | | | | | | | |
d121 | The Master is calling for reapers, and fields to the harvest are white | | | | | | | |
d122 | The Master wants workers, his harvest is white | | | | | | | |
d123 | The night was still o'er dale and hill | | | | | | | |
d124 | The shades of night in slumber fold | | | | | | | |
d125 | The world is full of stories | | | | | | | |
d126 | There are lives that we may brighten | | | | | | | |
d127 | There is a dear and hallowed spot | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is perfect cleansing in the precious blood | | | | | | | |
d129 | There's a call for the reapers to come | | | | | | | |
d130 | There's a home beyond earth's tears | | | | | | | |
d131 | There's a story ever new, of a Friend that's ever true | | | | | | | |
d132 | There's rejoicing in the presence of the angels | | | | | | | |
d133 | They tell us the fields are ready | | | | | | | |
d134 | Thou art drifting down life's river | | | | | | | |
d135 | Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown | | | | | | | |
d136 | Thou knowest that I love thee | | | | | | | |
d137 | Too late, no more room | | | | | | | |
d138 | Waiting, only waiting, till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d139 | We are but little children weak | | | | | | | |
d140 | We are happy little children, Gathered in our school today | | | | | | | |
d141 | We are nearing the heavenly shore | | | | | | | |
d142 | We are singing again the sad parting refrain | | | | | | | |
d143 | We are warriors for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d144 | We are willing to bear the heat of the day | | | | | | | |
d145 | We turn to thee, O light divine | | | | | | | |
d146 | We've chosen to follow the crucified Lord | | | | | | | |
d147 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d148 | What can be whiter than beautiful snow | | | | | | | |
d149 | What shall I do with my burden | | | | | | | |
d150 | When I reach the bright portals | | | | | | | |
d151 | When I walked with my Lord in the sunshine | | | | | | | |
d152 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d153 | When mid the toils and cares of life | | | | | | | |
d154 | When the Lord makes up his jewels | | | | | | | |
d155 | When the pearly gates shall open And the chariot of fire | | | | | | | |
d156 | While toiling for the Master here | | | | | | | |
d157 | Whither, with this crushing load | | | | | | | |
d158 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d159 | Who, who are these [they] beside [beyond] the chilly wave | | | | | | | |
d160 | Whom shall I send, he sayeth | | | | | | | |
d161 | Why am I not a Christian | | | | | | | |
d162 | Will Jesus deign to smile on one like me | | | | | | | |
d163 | Ye mortals, awake with grateful song | | | | | | | |
d164 | Yes, full the fount of mercy flows | | | | | | | |
d165 | You must be tired, dear mamma | | | | | | | |
d166 | Youth is a happy spring | | | | | | | |