# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry | | | | | | | |
d502 | Stand up, and bless the Lord, ye people | | | | | | | |
d503 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d504 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d505 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
d506 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d507 | Strait [straight] is the way [gate], the door is strait [straight] | | | | | | | |
d508 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
d509 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
d510 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d511 | Thanks to my God for every gift | | | | | | | |
d512 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d513 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d514 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d515 | The deluge at the almighty's call | | | | | | | |
d516 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
d517 | The God of nature and of grace | | | | | | | |
d518 | The God of peace who from the dead | | | | | | | |
d519 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d520 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d521 | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
d522 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d523 | The Lord is risen indeed; The grave has lost its prey | | | | | | | |
d524 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d525 | The Lord on high proclaims His Godhead | | | | | | | |
d526 | The Lord, our God, is full of might; The winds obey | | | | | | | |
d527 | The Lord our God is Lord of all; His station who can find | | | | | | | |
d528 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d529 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
d530 | The once loved form, now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
d531 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d532 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d533 | The promises I [we] sing which love supreme [sovereign love] once [hath] spoke | | | | | | | |
d534 | The righteous Lord supremely great | | | | | | | |
d535 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d536 | The Savior comes to call | | | | | | | |
d537 | The Savior hanging on the tree | | | | | | | |
d538 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d539 | The Savior, what a noble flame was kindled | | | | | | | |
d540 | The Savior, when to heaven he rose | | | | | | | |
d541 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d542 | The Spirit like a peaceful dove | | | | | | | |
d543 | The sun, that minister of love | | | | | | | |
d544 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d545 | The swift not always in the race | | | | | | | |
d546 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d547 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d548 | The waving fields of golden corn | | | | | | | |
d549 | Thee, O my Lord, my soul adores | | | | | | | |
d550 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d551 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d552 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d553 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
d554 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d555 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d556 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d557 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
d558 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d559 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d560 | This curious frame, these noble powers | | | | | | | |
d561 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d562 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d563 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
d564 | This world, O God, like that above | | | | | | | |
d565 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d566 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d567 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d568 | Thou, Lord, of all the parent art | | | | | | | |
d569 | Thou, Lord, through every changing scene | | | | | | | |
d570 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d571 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
d572 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
d573 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d574 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d575 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
d576 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d577 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d578 | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace | | | | | | | |
d579 | Thy gracious presence, O my God | | | | | | | |
d580 | Thy hand, O God, which rolls [holds] the spheres | | | | | | | |
d581 | Thy mercy heard my infant prayer | | | | | | | |
d582 | Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d583 | Time is bearing us away | | | | | | | |
d584 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
d585 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d586 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
d587 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d588 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d589 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d590 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d591 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d592 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d593 | To thee, my God, my days are known | | | | | | | |
d594 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d595 | To thee, O God, the shepherd kings | | | | | | | |
d596 | To thee, O God, when creatures fail | | | | | | | |
d597 | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
d598 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d599 | Trembling before thine awful throne | | | | | | | |
d600 | Triumphant, Christ ascends on high | | | | | | | |