# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
d102 | Rest from thy labor [labors], rest | | | | | | | |
d103 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d104 | Servant of God, well done, thy glorious warfare's past | | | | | | | |
d105 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d106 | Shout for the Lord is in the camp | | | | | | | |
d107 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
d108 | Sinner [sinners], perhaps this news to you | | | | | | | |
d109 | Soldier of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |
d110 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, before our longing | | | | | | | |
d111 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sweet Sabbath day, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sweetest are the joys | | | | | | | |
d114 | The Canaanite still in the land | | | | | | | |
d115 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d116 | The clock has struck, I cannot stay | | | | | | | |
d117 | The crucified one has appeared | | | | | | | |
d118 | The faithless world's promiscuous flow | | | | | | | |
d119 | The land, the land of glory lies | | | | | | | |
d120 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d121 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d122 | The time draws nigh I must go home | | | | | | | |
d123 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d127 | This day our souls have caught new fire | | | | | | | |
d128 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d129 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d130 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d131 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d132 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d133 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d134 | 'Tis low down in that [the] beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d135 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d136 | We have sung and prayed together | | | | | | | |
d137 | We meet with one accord | | | | | | | |
d138 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d139 | We've bid the vain pleasures of earth now adieu | | | | | | | |
d140 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d141 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d142 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d143 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
d144 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d145 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d146 | When life, as opening buds, is sweet | | | | | | | |
d147 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d148 | When my soul is distressed and my comforts | | | | | | | |
d149 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d150 | While I to grief my soul [heart] gave way | | | | | | | |
d151 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d152 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d153 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
d154 | Ye people who [that] wonder at me and my ways | | | | | | | |
d155 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
d156 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d157 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
286 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
535 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |