# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Round the [thy] Lord in glory seated | | | | | | | |
d302 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d303 | Savior, I lift my trembling eyes | | | | | | | |
d304 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d305 | Savior, who didst from heaven come down | | | | | | | |
d306 | Savior, who, exalted high | | | | | | | |
d307 | See the ransomed millions stand | | | | | | | |
d308 | Shall I fear, O earth, thy bosom | | | | | | | |
d309 | Shepherd of Isr'l, from above | | | | | | | |
d310 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d311 | Since thou hast added now, O God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d312 | Sing to the Lord our Might | | | | | | | |
d313 | Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d314 | Sleep well, my dear, sleep safe and free | | | | | | | |
d315 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d316 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d317 | Source of good, whose power controls | | | | | | | |
d318 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
d319 | Speed thy servants, Savior, speed them | | | | | | | |
d320 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
d321 | Star of morn and even | | | | | | | |
d322 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d323 | Sweet baby, sleep, what ails my dear | | | | | | | |
d324 | Sweet is the Spirit's strain | | | | | | | |
d325 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d326 | Sweet place, sweet place alone | | | | | | | |
d327 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d328 | The child leans on its [his] parent's breast | | | | | | | |
d329 | The day, O Lord, is spent | | | | | | | |
d330 | The day of rest once more comes round | | | | | | | |
d331 | The foe behind, the deep before | | | | | | | |
d332 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
d333 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d334 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
d335 | The heavens are not too high | | | | | | | |
d336 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d337 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d338 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d339 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d340 | The Lord of might from Sinai's brow | | | | | | | |
d341 | The lovely form of God's own church | | | | | | | |
d342 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
d343 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
d344 | The scene around me disappears | | | | | | | |
d345 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d346 | The Son of God, the Lord of life | | | | | | | |
d347 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d348 | The springtide hour brings leaf and flower | | | | | | | |
d349 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d350 | The strain upraise of joy and praise Alleluia | | | | | | | |
d351 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d352 | The voice that breathed o'er Eden | | | | | | | |
d353 | The waves of trouble how they rise | | | | | | | |
d354 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | | | |
d355 | The world can neither give nor take | | | | | | | |
d356 | Thee, we adore, eternal [O gracious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d357 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
d358 | There is a book who runs [that all] may read | | | | | | | |
d359 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d360 | There is a dwelling place above | | | | | | | |
d361 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d362 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d363 | There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
d364 | There is a river deep and broad | | | | | | | |
d365 | There is a safe and [a] secret place | | | | | | | |
d366 | There is a stream, which issues forth from God's eternal Throne | | | | | | | |
d367 | There is an hour, when I must part With all I hold most dear | | | | | | | |
d368 | There's not a bird with lonely nest | | | | | | | |
d369 | They talked of Jesus as they went | | | | | | | |
d370 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d371 | Thou art gone up on high To mansions [realms] | | | | | | | |
d372 | Thou God of love, beneath thy sheltering wings | | | | | | | |
d373 | Thou, great Creator, art possest [possessed] | | | | | | | |
d374 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d375 | Thou the cup of death didst drain | | | | | | | |
d376 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d377 | Thou, who hast called us by thy word | | | | | | | |
d378 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d379 | Though, by sorrows overtaken | | | | | | | |
d380 | Though rude winds usher thee, sweet day | | | | | | | |
d381 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d382 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d383 | Thus saith God, of his anointed | | | | | | | |
d384 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d385 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d386 | 'Tis come, the time so oft foretold | | | | | | | |
d387 | 'Tis heaven begun below | | | | | | | |
d388 | To God, ye choir above, begin a hymn | | | | | | | |
d389 | To heaven I lift mine eye, to heaven | | | | | | | |
d390 | To him who for our sins was slain | | | | | | | |
d391 | To thee, my God, whose presence fills | | | | | | | |
d392 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d393 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d394 | Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, the eternal hills beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d395 | Up to the throne of God is borne | | | | | | | |
d396 | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
d397 | We sing his love who once was slain | | | | | | | |
d398 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
d399 | Weary from wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
d400 | Welcome, sweet day, of days the best | | | | | | | |