# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d701 | The day is gently sinking to a close | | | | | | | |
d702 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d703 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
d704 | The day, O Lord, is spent | | | | | | | |
d705 | The day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
d706 | The Day of Resurection | | | | | | | |
d707 | The fields are all white and the reapers are few | | | | | | | |
d708 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d709 | The golden gates are lifted up | | | | | | | |
d710 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d711 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d712 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
d713 | The hours of day are over | | | | | | | |
d714 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d715 | The Lord be with me everywhere | | | | | | | |
d716 | The Lord be with us as we bend | | | | | | | |
d717 | The Lord, how wondrous are his ways | | | | | | | |
d718 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d719 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d720 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d721 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d722 | The Lord will come and not be slow | | | | | | | |
d723 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d724 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d725 | The radiant morn hath passed away | | | | | | | |
d726 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
d727 | The Sabbath day has reached its close | | | | | | | |
d728 | The saints of God their conflict pass | | | | | | | |
d729 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
d730 | The Savior kindly calls Our children | | | | | | | |
d731 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d732 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d733 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d734 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d735 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d736 | The sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
d737 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d738 | The voice that breathed o'er Eden | | | | | | | |
d739 | The way is long and dreary the path is bleak and | | | | | | | |
d740 | The wise may bring their learning | | | | | | | |
d741 | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
d742 | Thee, we adore, eternal [O gracious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d743 | Thee will I love, my Strength [Lord] [Shield], [my] [and] Tower | | | | | | | |
d744 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
d745 | There is a book who runs [that all] may read | | | | | | | |
d746 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
d747 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d748 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d749 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d750 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d751 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d752 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d753 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d754 | There's a fight to be fought, there's a work to be done | | | | | | | |
d755 | There's a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
d756 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d757 | Thine are all the gifts, O God | | | | | | | |
d758 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d759 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
d760 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
d761 | This day at thy creating word | | | | | | | |
d762 | This is my body, which is given for you | | | | | | | |
d763 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
d764 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d765 | This night, O Lord, we bless thee | | | | | | | |
d766 | Those eternal bowers man hath never trod | | | | | | | |
d767 | Thou art my hiding place, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d768 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d769 | Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown | | | | | | | |
d770 | Thou grace divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
d771 | Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d772 | Thou, Lord, art Love, and everywhere | | | | | | | |
d773 | Thou, Lord, of all the parent art | | | | | | | |
d774 | Thou shalt rise, my dust, thou shalt arise | | | | | | | |
d775 | Thou to whom the sick and dying | | | | | | | |
d776 | Thou who didst on Calvary bleed | | | | | | | |
d777 | Thou who rollest the year around | | | | | | | |
d778 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d779 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d780 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d781 | Through good report and evil, Lord | | | | | | | |
d782 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d783 | Through the night of doubt [pain] and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d784 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d785 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d786 | Thy kingdom come, O God [Lord], thy rule [reign] | | | | | | | |
d787 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d788 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d789 | Thy will be done, I will not fear | | | | | | | |
d790 | Thy word is like a garden, Lord | | | | | | | |
d791 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d792 | 'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he | | | | | | | |
d793 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d794 | To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our waiting souls repair | | | | | | | |
d795 | To David's Son, hosanna, we children joyful sing | | | | | | | |
d796 | To him who for our sins was slain | | | | | | | |
d797 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d798 | To thee, O dear, dear Savior, my spirit turns for rest | | | | | | | |
d799 | To thee, our God, we fly for mercy and for grace | | | | | | | |
d800 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |