# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d301 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
d302 | The gospel trump is sounding, free grace to all abounding | | | | | | | |
d303 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d304 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d305 | The Lord, from his exalted throne | | | | | | | |
d306 | The Lord, how fearful is his name | | | | | | | |
d307 | The Lord, how kind are all his ways | | | | | | | |
d308 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d309 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
d310 | The mighty conqueror leaves the dead | | | | | | | |
d311 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
d312 | The promised land of peace | | | | | | | |
d313 | The promises I [we] sing which love supreme [sovereign love] once [hath] spoke | | | | | | | |
d314 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d315 | The weary traveler lost in night | | | | | | | |
d316 | These mortal joys, how soon they fade | | | | | | | |
d317 | This earthly globe, the creature of a day | | | | | | | |
d318 | This sacred day, great God, we close | | | | | | | |
d319 | Those happy realms of joy and peace | | | | | | | |
d320 | Thou art the First, and thou the Last | | | | | | | |
d321 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d322 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
d323 | Thy flock, with what a tender care | | | | | | | |
d324 | Thy goodness, Lord, while I survey | | | | | | | |
d325 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d326 | To all his flock, what wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d327 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
d328 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d329 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d330 | To thee, my God, my days are known | | | | | | | |
d331 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d332 | To thee, O God, I daily sigh | | | | | | | |
d333 | To thee, O God, we homage pay | | | | | | | |
d334 | To view, unveiled, thy radiant face | | | | | | | |
d335 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d336 | Trust in the Lord, ye heirs of hope | | | | | | | |
d337 | Unhappy city hadst thou known | | | | | | | |
d338 | Unite my roving [rising] thoughts unite | | | | | | | |
d339 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d340 | Up to thy seat, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d341 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d342 | We sing the deep mysterious plan | | | | | | | |
d343 | We're bound for [to] yonder land | | | | | | | |
d344 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d345 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d346 | What is our God or [and] what his name | | | | | | | |
d347 | What mean [means] these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
d348 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d349 | What though downy slumbers flee | | | | | | | |
d350 | What tongue can tell, what fancy paint | | | | | | | |
d351 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d352 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d353 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d354 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d355 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d356 | When fancy spreads her boldest wings | | | | | | | |
d357 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
d358 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d359 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
d360 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d361 | When tumults of unruly fear | | | | | | | |
d362 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d363 | While all thy glories, O my God | | | | | | | |
d364 | While contests rend the Christian church | | | | | | | |
d365 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d366 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d367 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
d368 | While sweet reflection through my days | | | | | | | |
d369 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d370 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d371 | Who can tell how good and pleasant | | | | | | | |
d372 | Why flow these torrents of distress | | | | | | | |
d373 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
d374 | Why sinks my weak desponding mind | | | | | | | |
d375 | With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts | | | | | | | |
d376 | With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
d377 | With what a fixed [fixt] and peaceful mind | | | | | | | |
d378 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d379 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
d380 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d381 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d382 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
d383 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d384 | Ye sons of earth prepare the plough | | | | | | | |
d385 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d386 | Ye weak inhabitants of clay | | | | | | | |
d387 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d388 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
d389 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d390 | Yes, 'tis a rough and thorny road | | | | | | | |
d391 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |