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d401 | That solemn night before his death | | | | | | | |
d402 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d403 | The cry rings out o'er all the land | | | | | | | |
d404 | The day of resurrection! Earth tell it out abroad | | | | | | | |
d405 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d406 | The glory of the spring, how sweet | | | | | | | |
d407 | The golden gates are lifted up | | | | | | | |
d408 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d409 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d410 | The Lord, our God, alone is strong | | | | | | | |
d411 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d412 | The name of Jesus is so sweet | | | | | | | |
d413 | The solemn service now is done | | | | | | | |
d414 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d415 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d416 | The spring again is here | | | | | | | |
d417 | The sweetest songs I fain would offer | | | | | | | |
d418 | The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin | | | | | | | |
d419 | There are coming changes great | | | | | | | |
d420 | There comes to my heart one [a] sweet strain | | | | | | | |
d421 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d422 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d423 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d424 | There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God | | | | | | | |
d425 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d426 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d427 | There is [There's] sunshine in my soul today | | | | | | | |
d428 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d429 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
d430 | There's a dear and precious book | | | | | | | |
d431 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d432 | There's a garden where Jesus is waiting | | | | | | | |
d433 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d434 | There's a song I love to sing, even praises to our King | | | | | | | |
d435 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d436 | These things shall be, a loftier race | | | | | | | |
d437 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d438 | Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old | | | | | | | |
d439 | This is my Father's world, And to my list'ning ears | | | | | | | |
d440 | Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown | | | | | | | |
d441 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d442 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d443 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d444 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d445 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d446 | To heaven's homeland earth's pilgrims we go | | | | | | | |
d447 | To love someone more dearly every day | | | | | | | |
d448 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d449 | True hearted, whole hearted, faithful and loyal | | | | | | | |
d450 | Wake, arm of the Spirit | | | | | | | |
d451 | Wake, wake the song, our glad jubilee | | | | | | | |
d452 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d453 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d454 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d455 | We bless thee for thy peace, O God | | | | | | | |
d456 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d457 | We have heard a [the] joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d458 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d459 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d460 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d461 | We sail along toward the harbor light | | | | | | | |
d462 | We thank thee, Lord, for this fair earth | | | | | | | |
d463 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d464 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d465 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d466 | Welcome, happy morning, age to age shall say | | | | | | | |
d467 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d468 | We've a story to tell to the nations | | | | | | | |
d469 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d470 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d471 | What a wonderful change in my life has been | | | | | | | |
d472 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d473 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
d474 | When all my [the] labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
d475 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d476 | When I am lonely, sad and distressed | | | | | | | |
d477 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d478 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d479 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d480 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d481 | When the day of toil is done | | | | | | | |
d482 | When the great sun sinks to his rest | | | | | | | |
d483 | When the skies are hid and the billows roll | | | | | | | |
d484 | When the storm is raging and the heart is sad | | | | | | | |
d485 | When thy heart [with joy] o'erflowing Sings a thankful prayer | | | | | | | |
d486 | When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed | | | | | | | |
d487 | When wounded sore the stricken soul [heart] | | | | | | | |
d488 | Where cross the crowded ways of life | | | | | | | |
d489 | While in sweet communion feeding | | | | | | | |
d490 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d491 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d492 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d493 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d494 | Who is he in yonder stall | | | | | | | |
d495 | Who'll be the next to follow Jesus, who'll be the next | | | | | | | |
d496 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d497 | With thine own pity, Savior, see | | | | | | | |
d498 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d499 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d500 | Ye souls that roam in darkness drear | | | | | | | |