# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The trumpet of salvation sounds | | | | | | | |
d202 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
d203 | The wishes that the sluggard frames | | | | | | | |
d204 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d205 | This life's a voyage of strife and storm | | | | | | | |
d206 | This world is a sea, which never can rest | | | | | | | |
d207 | Thou didst, O mighty God, exist | | | | | | | |
d208 | Thou Spring of my joy, and delight of my heart | | | | | | | |
d209 | Though friends forsake, and foes assail | | | | | | | |
d210 | Though strong the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
d211 | Though the morn may be serene | | | | | | | |
d212 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d213 | Though winds may blow and storms may rise | | | | | | | |
d214 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d215 | Thy glories shine, almighty God | | | | | | | |
d216 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d217 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d218 | 'Tis past, the dreadful stormy night | | | | | | | |
d219 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d220 | To die, important thought, to die | | | | | | | |
d221 | To heaven I'm bound with prosperous gales | | | | | | | |
d222 | To him that brought salvation nigh | | | | | | | |
d223 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
d224 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
d225 | 'Twas God preserved me by his power | | | | | | | |
d226 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d227 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d228 | 'Twas when the sea [seas], with awful [horrid] roar | | | | | | | |
d229 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d230 | Vain world, withdraw thy glittering snares | | | | | | | |
d231 | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
d232 | Weak and irresolute is man | | | | | | | |
d233 | What a wicked wretch am I | | | | | | | |
d234 | What mean [means] these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
d235 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d236 | When a black o'erspreading cloud | | | | | | | |
d237 | When from the bosom of the deep | | | | | | | |
d238 | When Isr'l's tribes were parched with thirst | | | | | | | |
d239 | When lightnings flash and thunders roar | | | | | | | |
d240 | When many a tempest blew | | | | | | | |
d241 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d242 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we] | | | | | | | |
d243 | When passing through the watery deep | | | | | | | |
d244 | When rocks and when shallows beset us | | | | | | | |
d245 | When storm and tempest loudly howl | | | | | | | |
d246 | When swelling Jordan o'er us rolls | | | | | | | |
d247 | When tempests howl and billows rise | | | | | | | |
d248 | When tumults of unruly fear | | | | | | | |
d249 | Where from thy spirit shall I stretch | | | | | | | |
d250 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
d251 | While journeying through this humble vale | | | | | | | |
d252 | While sinners utter boasting words | | | | | | | |
d253 | Who were the highly honored three | | | | | | | |
d254 | Why heaves my breast this mournful sigh | | | | | | | |
d255 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d256 | Why will ye lavish out your years | | | | | | | |
d257 | With contrite hearts, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d258 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d259 | With trembling steps before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d260 | Within these doors assembled now | | | | | | | |
d261 | Would you behold the works of God | | | | | | | |
d262 | Ye captive souls, in fetters bound | | | | | | | |
d263 | Ye fearless seamen, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d264 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d265 | Ye mourning saints, behold | | | | | | | |
d266 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d267 | Ye that would after Jesus press | | | | | | | |
d268 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
d269 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d270 | Yes, I would [will] love thee, blessed God | | | | | | | |
d271 | Yes, Lord, my grateful voice I'll raise | | | | | | | |