# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d502 | The mistakes of my life are [have been] many | | | | | | | |
d503 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
d504 | The nations call, from sea to sea | | | | | | | |
d505 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
d506 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d507 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
d508 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d509 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d510 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d511 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d512 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d513 | The sun of righteousness appears | | | | | | | |
d514 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d515 | The thing my God doth hate | | | | | | | |
d516 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d517 | Thee, we adore, eternal [O gracious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d518 | There are lonely hearts to cherish | | | | | | | |
d519 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d520 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d521 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d522 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d523 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d524 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d525 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d526 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d527 | Thou, Lord, hast blest my going out | | | | | | | |
d528 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d529 | Thou seest my feebleness, Jesus | | | | | | | |
d530 | Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes | | | | | | | |
d531 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d532 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d533 | Through all the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
d534 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d535 | Thus Lydia sanctified her house [home] | | | | | | | |
d536 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d537 | 'Tis finished, the Messiah dies | | | | | | | |
d538 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d539 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d540 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d541 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d542 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d543 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d544 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d545 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d546 | Up to the bountiful [beautiful] Giver of life | | | | | | | |
d547 | Urge on your rapid course | | | | | | | |
d548 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d549 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d550 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d551 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d552 | We by his Spirit prove | | | | | | | |
d553 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
d554 | We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star | | | | | | | |
d555 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d556 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d557 | We speak of the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d558 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d559 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d560 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d561 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d562 | What are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d563 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d564 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d565 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
d566 | What majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
d567 | What mean this eager, anxious throng | | | | | | | |
d568 | What ship is this that will [shall] take us all home | | | | | | | |
d569 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
d570 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d571 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d572 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d573 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d574 | When Christ doth in my heart appear | | | | | | | |
d575 | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
d576 | When he cometh, when he cometh to make | | | | | | | |
d577 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d578 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d579 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
d580 | When Jesus comes to reward his servants | | | | | | | |
d581 | When Jesus laid his crown aside | | | | | | | |
d582 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d583 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d584 | When, my Savior, shall I be | | | | | | | |
d585 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d586 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d587 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d588 | When waves of trouble [sorrow] round me swell | | | | | | | |
d589 | Wherefore should I make my moan | | | | | | | |
d590 | Wherewith O God [Lord], shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
d591 | Which of the petty [mortal] kings of the earth | | | | | | | |
d592 | While in the agonies of death | | | | | | | |
d593 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d594 | While o'er the deep thy servants sail | | | | | | | |
d595 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d596 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d597 | While we with fear and hope survey | | | | | | | |
d598 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d599 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d600 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |