# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A song in honor to thy name, our grateful voices | | | | | | | |
d2 | Are you working for Jesus, my frother | | | | | | | |
d3 | Christ, our Redeemer, died on the cross | | | | | | | |
d4 | Come sing of the Savior, no sadness have we since Jesus | | | | | | | |
d5 | For all, who believeth on God's only Son | | | | | | | |
d6 | Granted is the Savior's prayer | | | | | | | |
d7 | Hear the bells so sweetly ringing | | | | | | | |
d8 | He's coming, he's coming, sleeper beware | | | | | | | |
d9 | How precious the thought, while as pilgrims we roam | | | | | | | |
d10 | I have started on my journey, to that land | | | | | | | |
d11 | I know that I am born to die | | | | | | | |
d12 | I know that my Savior will come | | | | | | | |
d13 | I'm traveling to my home above, walking | | | | | | | |
d14 | In Jesus I have found a friend | | | | | | | |
d15 | In thy love, dear Lord, dismiss us | | | | | | | |
d16 | It's onward and upward to glory | | | | | | | |
d17 | I've heard the gospel story | | | | | | | |
d18 | Jesus, merciful and mild, Lead me | | | | | | | |
d19 | Joyfully toiling in his vineyard below | | | | | | | |
d20 | Led by his word to the fountain of life | | | | | | | |
d21 | Let the happy voices of the children dear | | | | | | | |
d22 | Lift your eyes, behold the harvest | | | | | | | |
d23 | Lo the golden harvest bending | | | | | | | |
d24 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d25 | My heart and my hand I would give thee | | | | | | | |
d26 | She used to wear it here | | | | | | | |
d27 | So often cast down | | | | | | | |
d28 | The Savior gently calls for you | | | | | | | |
d29 | The Savior is calling dear dear sinner to all | | | | | | | |
d30 | The song of salvation I ever will sing | | | | | | | |
d31 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d32 | There is a stream and its precious flow | | | | | | | |
d33 | There's a beautiful home in the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
d34 | Wasted opportunities we can ne'er regain | | | | | | | |
d35 | We may all outride the tempest | | | | | | | |
d36 | We're toiling bravely on, to reach that city fair | | | | | | | |
d37 | When I am by his side | | | | | | | |
d38 | When Jesus calls us home | | | | | | | |
d39 | When the Master shall call us from labor to rest | | | | | | | |
d40 | When we meet our loved ones there | | | | | | | |
d41 | Young soldiers, gird your armor on | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]