# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d102 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d103 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d104 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d105 | Thy goodness, Lord, while I survey | | | | | | | |
d106 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d107 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d108 | To leave my dear friends with my neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
d109 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d110 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d111 | Weeping sinner [sinners], dry your tears | | | | | | | |
d112 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d113 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d114 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d115 | When we with welcome slumber pressed | | | | | | | |
d116 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d117 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d118 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d119 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
d120 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
d121 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]