# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d302 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | | | |
d303 | The Bible, the Bible, the blessed old book | | | | | | | |
d304 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d305 | The host of heaven that throne surrounding | | | | | | | |
d306 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d307 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d308 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d309 | The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love | | | | | | | |
d310 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d311 | The Lord of lords and King of kings | | | | | | | |
d312 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
d313 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d314 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d315 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d316 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d317 | The Prince of salvation is coming | | | | | | | |
d318 | The sun above us gleaming is not the sun for me | | | | | | | |
d319 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d320 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | | | |
d321 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d322 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d323 | There is a glorious mansion | | | | | | | |
d324 | There is a King of glory Ere long on earth to rise | | | | | | | |
d325 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
d326 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d327 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d328 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
d329 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d330 | There's a glorious land on high | | | | | | | |
d331 | There's joy in heaven, thrilling joy | | | | | | | |
d332 | There's music in the upper heaven | | | | | | | |
d333 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d334 | This earth has [hath] many a pleasant sweet | | | | | | | |
d335 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
d336 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d337 | This world is but a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d338 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d339 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d340 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d341 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d342 | Thus saith the church's Head | | | | | | | |
d343 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d344 | Thy worthiness is all our song | | | | | | | |
d345 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d346 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
d347 | 'Tis faith supports my feeble soul | | | | | | | |
d348 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d349 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d350 | To go from my home, and with kindred to part | | | | | | | |
d351 | To him that [who] loved the souls [sons] of men | | | | | | | |
d352 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
d353 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d354 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d355 | 'Twas on a sultry summer's day | | | | | | | |
d356 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d357 | Up to thee, Almighty Father, Ancient of eternal days | | | | | | | |
d358 | We sing the Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
d359 | Weary pilgrim, why this [the] sadness | | | | | | | |
d360 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d361 | Welcome, thou well beloved of God | | | | | | | |
d362 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d363 | What could your Redeemer do | | | | | | | |
d364 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d365 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d366 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d367 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d368 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d369 | When around us life is shining | | | | | | | |
d370 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d371 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d372 | When I set out for heaven | | | | | | | |
d373 | When Jesus first to rescue man | | | | | | | |
d374 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d375 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d376 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d377 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d378 | When sorrow darkens on life's path | | | | | | | |
d379 | When the beauteous spring is here | | | | | | | |
d380 | When the orb of morn enlightens | | | | | | | |
d381 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d382 | Where are the fathers who guided our youth | | | | | | | |
d383 | Where shall true believers go | | | | | | | |
d384 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d385 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d386 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d387 | Who but Thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
d388 | Who has our report believed | | | | | | | |
d389 | Why droops my soul [our souls] with grief [guilt] [sin] oppressed | | | | | | | |
d390 | Why stand ye here idle, my friends, all the day | | | | | | | |
d391 | With Isr'l's God who can compare | | | | | | | |
d392 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d393 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d394 | Within thy house, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
d395 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
d396 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d397 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d398 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d399 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
d400 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |