# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Our Father in heaven | | | | | | | |
d102 | Saw ye never in the meadows | | | | | | | |
d103 | See that heathen mother stand | | | | | | | |
d104 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d105 | Spread, spread the word of truth | | | | | | | |
d106 | Stars, that on your wondrous way, Travel | | | | | | | |
d107 | Thanks to my Savior, for a bed | | | | | | | |
d108 | The angels stand round thy throne | | | | | | | |
d109 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d110 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d111 | The dead, how thickly do they lie | | | | | | | |
d112 | The little lips that every day | | | | | | | |
d113 | The Lord above is pleased to see | | | | | | | |
d114 | The morning bright, with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d115 | The morning comes all fresh and bright | | | | | | | |
d116 | The raven builds her nest on high | | | | | | | |
d117 | The rich man did of Pilate crave | | | | | | | |
d118 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d119 | The sun hath [has] gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d120 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is one God, but one alone | | | | | | | |
d127 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d128 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d129 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d130 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d131 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d132 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d133 | Wake little child, the morn is gay | | | | | | | |
d134 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d135 | What blessings shall I ask for thee | | | | | | | |
d136 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
d137 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d138 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d139 | When thou art kneeling down at night | | | | | | | |
d140 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d141 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d142 | Who came from heaven to ransom me | | | | | | | |
d143 | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
d144 | Within the churchyard, side by side | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]