# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d302 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d303 | Thou great Instructor, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
d304 | Thou, Jehovah, God o'er all | | | | | | | |
d305 | Thou shalt, O Lord, descend | | | | | | | |
d306 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d307 | Though all earthly joys should perish | | | | | | | |
d308 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d309 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d310 | Thy goodness, Lord, how great | | | | | | | |
d311 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d312 | Thy name be hallowed evermore | | | | | | | |
d313 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d314 | 'Tis sweet when cloudless suns arise | | | | | | | |
d315 | To God address the joyful psalm | | | | | | | |
d316 | To God I lift my [mine] eyes, from whom is all my aid | | | | | | | |
d317 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d318 | To God, our strength, your voice aloud | | | | | | | |
d319 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d320 | To heaven I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
d321 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
d322 | To our Almighty Maker, God, new honors be addressed | | | | | | | |
d323 | To spend one sacred day where God and saints abide | | | | | | | |
d324 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
d325 | To thee, great God, I [we] make my [our] prayer | | | | | | | |
d326 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d327 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d328 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d329 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d330 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d331 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d332 | Vainly through night's weary [lonely] hours | | | | | | | |
d333 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d334 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d335 | We all, O Lord, have gone astray | | | | | | | |
d336 | We love thy holy temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
d337 | We plough the fertile meadows | | | | | | | |
d338 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d339 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d340 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d341 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d342 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d343 | When my cries ascend to thee | | | | | | | |
d344 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d345 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d346 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d347 | Where is my [our] [the] Savior now | | | | | | | |
d348 | Where shall the man be found | | | | | | | |
d349 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d350 | Who O Lord, when life is o'er [over] | | | | | | | |
d351 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly [holy] place | | | | | | | |
d352 | Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but thee | | | | | | | |
d353 | Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold | | | | | | | |
d354 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d355 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d356 | With one consent let all the earth | | | | | | | |
d357 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d358 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d359 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d360 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d361 | Ye mighty rulers of the land | | | | | | | |
d362 | Ye trembling captives, hear The gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
d363 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d364 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d365 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d366 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
d367 | Yet why, dear Lord, this tender care | | | | | | | |
d368 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |