The Voice of Praise, a new collection

#	Text	Tune
d101	O sweet is the service of Jesus
d102	O the precious blood of Jesus
d103	O when shall I dwell in a mansion
d104	On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
d105	One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er
d106	One there is above all others, O how he loves
d107	Only a word for the Master, lovingly
d108	Our wonderful King, our wonderful King, to him
d109	Pilgrims and strangers we journey below
d110	Rejoice, the Lord our God is King
d111	Return, O wanderer, to thy home
d112	Salvation's free for you and me
d113	Savior, bless a little child
d114	Shout, shout aloud the chorus today
d115	Since I can read my title clear
d116	Softly fall the silver moonbeams
d117	Soldiers recruiting in the ranks of the Lord
d118	Speak, o speak to me of Jesus
d119	Tenderly lay her to rest
d120	The banner of Immanuel
d121	The cheerful breeze, the pleasant showers
d122	The gospel trumpet's call obey
d123	The joy I feel today
d124	The little soldiers of our King
d125	The Lord is my Shepherd, away then all care
d126	The Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide, A shelter
d127	The Savior, standing at thy door
d128	The starlight silvered o'er Judea's plain
d129	There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe
d130	There is a country calm and fair
d131	There is music over yonder
d132	There's a great day coming, a great day coming
d133	They have reached the sunny shore
d134	Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way
d135	Though our years are young and our strength is weak
d136	Through the wearisome hours of a sorrowful night
d137	Thy way, not mine, O Lord
d138	We are coming one and all to the Lamb
d139	We are hoping on for the golden dawn
d140	We are marching to that heavenly home
d141	We are marching, we are marching, list and hear
d142	We are on our march to glory
d143	We are traveling to a better land
d144	We come with songs of gladness
d145	We will sing the praise of Jesus
d146	We worship thee, Lord, in the voice of praise
d147	Weighed down with sin, with guilt oppressed
d148	What a fellowship, what a joy divine
d149	When I awake in that [the] sweet morn of morns
d150	When I can read my title clear
d151	When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor
d152	When the Savior counts his jewels
d153	When this toilsome life is o'er
d154	Where can I find the Savior
d155	Who will forth to lead the children
d156	Why should I wait, I cannot flee
d157	Why stand you here idle, with millions to save
d158	Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold
d159	You ask me to leave the broad roadway of sin