The Western Harp: a Collection of Social and Revival Hymns

#	Text	Tune
d201	There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins]
d202	There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away
d203	There is a heaven o'er yonder skies
d204	There is a holy city
d205	There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll
d206	There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d207	There is a voice on every breeze
d208	There is a world we have not seen
d209	There is an hour of peaceful rest
d210	There's not a bright and beaming smile
d211	They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest
d212	This world is all a fleeting show
d213	This world is poor from shore to shore
d214	This world's not all a fleeting show
d215	Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee
d216	Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream
d217	Though earth has full many a beatiful spot
d218	Though in the outward, earthly church below
d219	Though sinners would vex me
d220	Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright
d221	Through all the world below
d222	Through tribulation [tribulations] deep
d223	To Jordan's banks our hosts are come
d224	To the cross where Jesus dies
d225	To thee, O blessed Savior
d226	Today if ye [you] will hear his voice
d227	Tossed upon life's raging billow
d228	Vain, delusive world, adieu
d229	Vital spark of heavenly flame
d230	Waiting on earth, I here sigh to be gone
d231	Watchman, tell us of the night
d232	Welcome, sweet Sabbath day, Welcome again
d233	We're marching to the promised land
d234	We're traveling home to heaven above
d235	What could your Redeemer do
d236	What happy children, who follow [wait on] Jesus
d237	What various hindrances we meet
d238	What wondrous love is this, O my soul
d239	What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame
d240	When first my trembling soul was led
d241	When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer
d242	When I can read my title clear
d243	When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d244	When pillowed on my downy couch
d245	When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins
d246	When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever
d247	When shall we three meet again
d248	When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er
d249	When the last trump shakes the ground
d250	When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care
d251	Where may children go to hear of God
d252	While beauty and youth are in their full prime
d253	While I was still of tender years
d254	While sorrows encompass me round
d255	While the Sabbath light is beaming
d256	Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger
d257	Why should I be affrighted at pestilence
d258	Ye angels who mortals attend
d259	Ye children of Zion that's [who are] aiming for glory
d260	Ye lovers of pleasure, who [that] slight the [this] salvation
d261	Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time
d262	Ye saints of God come hear me tell
d263	Ye sons of the main, ye that [who] sail o'er the flood
d264	Ye sons of war I pray draw near
d265	Ye weary heavy laden souls
d266	Yes, my native land, I love thee
d267	Yes, we trust the day is breaking
d268	Yield to me now, for I am weak
d269	Young people, all, attention give