# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d402 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
d403 | The Savior is my all in all | | | | | | | |
d404 | The soul hath a hope | | | | | | | |
d405 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d406 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d407 | Thee, we adore, eternal [O gracious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d408 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d409 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d410 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d411 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d412 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d413 | There is a Rock in a weary land | | | | | | | |
d414 | There is a voice of the tenderest love | | | | | | | |
d415 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d416 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d417 | There is joy in heaven today | | | | | | | |
d418 | There is no love like the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d419 | There was love, deep love at [in] the cross displayed | | | | | | | |
d420 | There's a beautiful place for you and for me | | | | | | | |
d421 | There's a call comes ringing o'er the restless wave | | | | | | | |
d422 | There's a fountain free, 'tis for you and me | | | | | | | |
d423 | There's a great day coming, a great day coming | | | | | | | |
d424 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d425 | There's a song on my lips | | | | | | | |
d426 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
d427 | There's a wail from the islands of the sea | | | | | | | |
d428 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d429 | They're gathering homeward from every land, One by one | | | | | | | |
d430 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d431 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d432 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
d433 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
d434 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d435 | This is the glorious day | | | | | | | |
d436 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d437 | Though the shadows gather o'er my pathway here | | | | | | | |
d438 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d439 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d440 | Thy kingdom, Lord, for ever stands | | | | | | | |
d441 | Thy Savior calls, O come and see | | | | | | | |
d442 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d443 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d444 | 'Tis God the Father we adore | | | | | | | |
d445 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d446 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d447 | To the heavenly Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d448 | To thee, my heart, eternal King | | | | | | | |
d449 | To thy barred and bolted door | | | | | | | |
d450 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d451 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d452 | Trying to walk in the steps of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d453 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d454 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d455 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d456 | Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now | | | | | | | |
d457 | Walk with me, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d458 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d459 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d460 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d461 | Weary watchers for the morning | | | | | | | |
d462 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d463 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d464 | We'll meet again, how sweet the word | | | | | | | |
d465 | We'll praise the Lord, and join our happy voices | | | | | | | |
d466 | We'll reach the mansions of paradise | | | | | | | |
d467 | We've a Friend in realms above | | | | | | | |
d468 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d469 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d470 | What have I done, my soul, today | | | | | | | |
d471 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d472 | What though the morning be fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d473 | When a sinner comes, as a sinner may | | | | | | | |
d474 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d475 | When God of old came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d476 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d477 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d478 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d479 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d480 | When shall we stand at yon portals fair | | | | | | | |
d481 | When the cry shall be made at the midnight | | | | | | | |
d482 | When the night comes on and the work is done And the day dies in the west | | | | | | | |
d483 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d484 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
d485 | Where the jasper walls are beaming, Where the pearly gates | | | | | | | |
d486 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d487 | Whither do you journey along, brother | | | | | | | |
d488 | Who at my [the] [thy] door [who] is standing [knocking] | | | | | | | |
d489 | Who is on the Lord's side, who will serve | | | | | | | |
d490 | Who shall abide his coming | | | | | | | |
d491 | Who, who are these [those] clothed in garments | | | | | | | |
d492 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d493 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d494 | Why lament the Christian dying | | | | | | | |
d495 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
d496 | Why stand ye here idle, there's labor for all | | | | | | | |
d497 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d498 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d499 | With willing hearts we tread | | | | | | | |
d500 | Within thy house, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |