# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d102 | Take thy cross and follow me | | | | | | | |
d103 | The children are gathering from near and from far | | | | | | | |
d104 | The days for play are past | | | | | | | |
d105 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
d106 | The lifeboat, the lifeboat | | | | | | | |
d107 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d108 | The soul on earth is doomed to pine | | | | | | | |
d109 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d110 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d111 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d112 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d114 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
d115 | There's a beautiful land | | | | | | | |
d116 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
d117 | There's a cry from Macedonia | | | | | | | |
d118 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d119 | There's a song the angels sing | | | | | | | |
d120 | Though the days are dark with trouble | | | | | | | |
d121 | Through a strange country | | | | | | | |
d122 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d123 | Through the new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d124 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d125 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
d126 | We are all enlisted | | | | | | | |
d127 | We are going, we are going To a home beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d128 | We are joyously voyaging | | | | | | | |
d129 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d130 | We come with rejoicing | | | | | | | |
d131 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
d132 | We know not what's before us | | | | | | | |
d133 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d134 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d135 | Whatever cross the world may bring | | | | | | | |
d136 | When clouds hang darkly o'er my way | | | | | | | |
d137 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d138 | When life's labor song is sung | | | | | | | |
d139 | When the battle is fought | | | | | | | |
d140 | When the day with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d141 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
d142 | When the six days work is o'er and done | | | | | | | |
d143 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | | | | | | | |
d144 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d145 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]