# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | O the fields are ripe for [with] harvest | | | | | | | |
d202 | O thou Sun of glorious splendor | | | | | | | |
d203 | O thou that hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
d204 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
d205 | O weep not for the joys that fade, Like evening lights away | | | | | | | |
d206 | O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone | | | | | | | |
d207 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d208 | O where is now that glowing love | | | | | | | |
d209 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d210 | O'er forest, o'er mountain and meadow | | | | | | | |
d211 | O'er silent field and lonely lawn | | | | | | | |
d212 | Once a white rabbit | | | | | | | |
d213 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
d214 | One by one, the brown leaves fall | | | | | | | |
d215 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d216 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
d217 | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
d218 | Our home beyond forever fair | | | | | | | |
d219 | Our sins and sorrows, how they rise | | | | | | | |
d220 | Over the river of death, into the silent land | | | | | | | |
d221 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
d222 | Peacefully lay her down to rest | | | | | | | |
d223 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d224 | Praise the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d225 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d226 | Praise to the Lord on high | | | | | | | |
d227 | Praise waiteth for thee, praise waiteth for thee | | | | | | | |
d228 | Praise ye the Lord, all nature join | | | | | | | |
d229 | Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ | | | | | | | |
d230 | Praise ye the Lord, praise ye the Lord | | | | | | | |
d231 | Prince of peace control my will | | | | | | | |
d232 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
d233 | Rest, rest, rest, spirit, rest | | | | | | | |
d234 | Return, my soul, enjoy, rest | | | | | | | |
d235 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d236 | Savior, happy would I be if I could but trust in Thee | | | | | | | |
d237 | Savior, haste, our souls are waiting | | | | | | | |
d238 | Savior, lead us gently, kindly | | | | | | | |
d239 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
d240 | See the pretty mottled quail | | | | | | | |
d241 | Serene, I laid [lay] me down, beneath God's [his] guardian care | | | | | | | |
d242 | Servants of God, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
d243 | Shall we gather o'er the river, when the toils of life are past | | | | | | | |
d244 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d245 | Sing, O heavens, and be joyful, O earth | | | | | | | |
d246 | Sing to the Lord a new made song, who wondrous | | | | | | | |
d247 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d248 | Sleep on, sleep on, sleep happily on | | | | | | | |
d249 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d250 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d251 | Softly, softly, sweetly sing | | | | | | | |
d252 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d253 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
d254 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
d255 | Speak with kindness, loving tender | | | | | | | |
d256 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d257 | Still evening comes, with gentle shade | | | | | | | |
d258 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d259 | Stricken, smitten and afflicted, See him dying on [Lo he dies upon] the tree | | | | | | | |
d260 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
d261 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d262 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
d263 | Sweet Sovereign of the earth and sky | | | | | | | |
d264 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d265 | Tell me where is fancy bred | | | | | | | |
d266 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d267 | The gentle Savior calls | | | | | | | |
d268 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
d269 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d270 | The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d271 | The Lord is risen indeed, And are the tidings true | | | | | | | |
d272 | The Lord is risen indeed; Then justice | | | | | | | |
d273 | The marvelous work, behold amazed | | | | | | | |
d274 | The midnight stars are gleaming | | | | | | | |
d275 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d276 | The Savior lives, no more to die | | | | | | | |
d277 | The soft winds of summer, Ah schoolmates goodbye | | | | | | | |
d278 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d279 | The world is fair to those who live for God | | | | | | | |
d280 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d281 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d282 | There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands | | | | | | | |
d283 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d284 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d285 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d286 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d287 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d288 | There is no time like the old time | | | | | | | |
d289 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d290 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d291 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
d292 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d293 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d294 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d295 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d296 | Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord | | | | | | | |
d297 | Three brown cows, come into the meadow | | | | | | | |
d298 | Thy hand, O God, which rolls [holds] the spheres | | | | | | | |
d299 | Thy loving Spirit, Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
d300 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |