# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d502 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d503 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d504 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
d505 | Sweet spices they brought on their star lighted way | | | | | | | |
d506 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d507 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d508 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d509 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d510 | Tell us, wanderer, wildly roving | | | | | | | |
d511 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d512 | The atoning work is done, The Victim's blood is shed | | | | | | | |
d513 | The breaking waves dashed high | | | | | | | |
d514 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d515 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
d516 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d517 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d518 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d519 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
d520 | The Lord is my Shepherd, How happy am I | | | | | | | |
d521 | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
d522 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d523 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d524 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d525 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
d526 | The mind was formed to mount sublime | | | | | | | |
d527 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d528 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
d529 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d530 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d531 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d532 | The Savior, what a noble flame was kindled | | | | | | | |
d533 | The Savior, when to heaven he rose | | | | | | | |
d534 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d535 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d536 | The Spirit like a peaceful dove | | | | | | | |
d537 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d538 | The useful not the great | | | | | | | |
d539 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d540 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d541 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d542 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d543 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d544 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d545 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d546 | There is a river pure and bright | | | | | | | |
d547 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d548 | There is a world forever bright | | | | | | | |
d549 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d550 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d551 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d552 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d553 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d554 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d555 | This world, O God, like that above | | | | | | | |
d556 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d557 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d558 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d559 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
d560 | Thrice happy man [name] who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
d561 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d562 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d563 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d564 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord | | | | | | | |
d565 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d566 | Thy name we bless, almighty God | | | | | | | |
d567 | Thy will be done, I will not fear | | | | | | | |
d568 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
d569 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d570 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d571 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d572 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d573 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d574 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d575 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d576 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d577 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d578 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d579 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d580 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d581 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d582 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d583 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d584 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
d585 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d586 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d587 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d588 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d589 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d590 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d591 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d592 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
d593 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d594 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
d595 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d596 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d597 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d598 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d599 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d600 | What conscience dictates to be done | | | | | | | |