| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d201 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
| d202 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
| d203 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
| d204 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
| d205 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
| d206 | Think, O my soul, the dreadful day | | | | | | | |
| d207 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
| d208 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
| d209 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
| d210 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
| d211 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
| d212 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
| d213 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
| d214 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
| d215 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
| d216 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
| d217 | To God I cried when troubles rose | | | | | | | |
| d218 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
| d219 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
| d220 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
| d221 | Weeping sinner [sinners], dry your tears | | | | | | | |
| d222 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
| d223 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
| d224 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
| d225 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
| d226 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
| d227 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
| d228 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d229 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
| d230 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
| d231 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
| d232 | When the eternal Son of God | | | | | | | |
| d233 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
| d234 | When we baptise [baptize] we see the mode | | | | | | | |
| d235 | When we with welcome slumber pressed | | | | | | | |
| d236 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
| d237 | While Philip scanned the sacred page | | | | | | | |
| d238 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
| d239 | With holy fear, and humble song | | | | | | | |
| d240 | Within these doors assembled now | | | | | | | |
| d241 | Ye who in in former days, Were found at Zion's gate | | | | | | | |
| d242 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
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