# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d102 | Our dear Savior has gone far beyond | | | | | | | |
d103 | Our fathers crossed over the river | | | | | | | |
d104 | Our fathers, our fathers will [they'll] be there | | | | | | | |
d105 | Out in the darkness of evil | | | | | | | |
d106 | Praise the Lord in the highest | | | | | | | |
d107 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d108 | Sadly now the bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d109 | Satisfied with my blessed redeemer | | | | | | | |
d110 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d111 | See the army of the King | | | | | | | |
d112 | Seek for the lost | | | | | | | |
d113 | Serve the Lord with a happy heart | | | | | | | |
d114 | Sin renounce and choose salvation | | | | | | | |
d115 | Since mother is on earth no more | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sinner, come to the Lord | | | | | | | |
d117 | Solemn will be that hour | | | | | | | |
d118 | Some other day, O, answer not | | | | | | | |
d119 | Soon I shall be going | | | | | | | |
d120 | Soon you will be crossing | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sound aloud a ringing call | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sowing the precious seed | | | | | | | |
d123 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d124 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d125 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sweetly rest, O, friend so true | | | | | | | |
d127 | Tenderly calling to the children | | | | | | | |
d128 | The angels sing for joy | | | | | | | |
d129 | The harvest of the Master | | | | | | | |
d130 | The judgment day, sad day, is coming | | | | | | | |
d131 | The Savior died in agony | | | | | | | |
d132 | The vineyard waits for toilers | | | | | | | |
d133 | The wonderful Shepherd now calls | | | | | | | |
d134 | There are many precious souls | | | | | | | |
d135 | There are weary watchers | | | | | | | |
d136 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d137 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d138 | There is a home prepared | | | | | | | |
d139 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
d140 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is a song that comes to me | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is something for each | | | | | | | |
d143 | There's a country bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d144 | There's a wondrous home prepared | | | | | | | |
d145 | They are gone to the land where no sorrows | | | | | | | |
d146 | Thou art gone, O precious darling | | | | | | | |
d147 | Thou hast gone to rest eternal | | | | | | | |
d148 | Though the burdens of life | | | | | | | |
d149 | Though the waves may lash in fury | | | | | | | |
d150 | Though 'tis but a narrow pathway | | | | | | | |
d151 | Though we leave behind our treasures | | | | | | | |
d152 | Through all the long and lonely years | | | | | | | |
d153 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d154 | Time is bearing us on toward | | | | | | | |
d155 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d156 | To his service the Lord is calling | | | | | | | |
d157 | To my Savior I will come | | | | | | | |
d158 | To the beautiful, waving harvest | | | | | | | |
d159 | Unbroken peace is thine | | | | | | | |
d160 | Upon sin's mountain bleak and wild | | | | | | | |
d161 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d162 | Wayward one afar in darkness | | | | | | | |
d163 | We are busy for our King | | | | | | | |
d164 | We are climbing the steeps | | | | | | | |
d165 | We are parted here, dear friends | | | | | | | |
d166 | We are writing day and night | | | | | | | |
d167 | We must go amid the harvest | | | | | | | |
d168 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d169 | We're a band of little pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d170 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d171 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d172 | What a wondrous time is coming | | | | | | | |
d173 | What are you doing for Jesus, since | | | | | | | |
d174 | What have you done for Christ | | | | | | | |
d175 | What will be your reward in the homeland | | | | | | | |
d176 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d177 | When life and all its opportunities | | | | | | | |
d178 | When my heart is sad and troubled | | | | | | | |
d179 | When the Lord in his glory shall appear | | | | | | | |
d180 | When 'tis night you cannot work | | | | | | | |
d181 | When we get home above | | | | | | | |
d182 | When we hear the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d183 | Where our loved ones lie at rest | | | | | | | |
d184 | While in darkness and danger | | | | | | | |
d185 | While laboring here, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d186 | While toiling upward day by day | | | | | | | |
d187 | While upon our pilgrim journey | | | | | | | |
d188 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d189 | Will you come, O my friend | | | | | | | |
d190 | Will you enlist for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d191 | With eternal power and glory | | | | | | | |
d192 | With gates open wide | | | | | | | |
d193 | With the door of mercy open | | | | | | | |
d194 | With your voice, your love, and adoration | | | | | | | |
d195 | Wonderful peace is filling my soul | | | | | | | |
d196 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d197 | You are drifting down the stream | | | | | | | |
d198 | You are lost in sin's desert | | | | | | | |
d199 | You can trust him, sinner | | | | | | | |
d200 | You must be redeemed, poor sinner | | | | | | | |