# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d202 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d203 | Our God is love, and all his saints | | | | | | | |
d204 | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
d205 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d206 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
d207 | Peace be to this habitation | | | | | | | |
d208 | Peaceful be thy silent slumber | | | | | | | |
d209 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
d210 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
d211 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d212 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d213 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d214 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d215 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d216 | Savior, happy would I be if I could but trust in Thee | | | | | | | |
d217 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d218 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d219 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d220 | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
d221 | See in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d222 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
d223 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d224 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
d225 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d226 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d227 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d228 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
d229 | Teach me, my God and King, thy will in all to see | | | | | | | |
d230 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d231 | Teach me yet more of thy blest ways | | | | | | | |
d232 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d233 | The Christian knows his God aright | | | | | | | |
d234 | The church of God believes it right | | | | | | | |
d235 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d236 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d237 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
d238 | The law commands, and makes us know | | | | | | | |
d239 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d240 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d241 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
d242 | The promises I [we] sing which love supreme [sovereign love] once [hath] spoke | | | | | | | |
d243 | The saints of earth and those above | | | | | | | |
d244 | The Savior, what a noble flame was kindled | | | | | | | |
d245 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d246 | The soul [souls] that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
d247 | The Spirit O sinner in mercy doth move | | | | | | | |
d248 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d249 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d250 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d251 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d252 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d253 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d254 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d255 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d256 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d257 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d258 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d259 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d260 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d261 | Thus I resolved before the Lord | | | | | | | |
d262 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d263 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d264 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d265 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d266 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d267 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d268 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d269 | Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
d270 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d271 | We seek the golden city | | | | | | | |
d272 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d273 | Weep for the lost, thy Savior wept | | | | | | | |
d274 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d275 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d276 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d277 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d278 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d279 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d280 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d281 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d282 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d283 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
d284 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d285 | When Jesus, our great Master, came | | | | | | | |
d286 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d287 | When on her maker's bosom | | | | | | | |
d288 | When struggling on the bed of pain | | | | | | | |
d289 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d290 | When we cannot see our way Let us [We should] trust and still obey | | | | | | | |
d291 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | | | |
d292 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d293 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d294 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d295 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
d296 | Would you win a soul to God | | | | | | | |
d297 | Ye different sects, who all declare | | | | | | | |
d298 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d299 | Ye followers of the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d300 | Ye humble sinners, in whose breast | | | | | | | |