# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d202 | Strait [straight] is the way [gate], the door is strait [straight] | | | | | | | |
d203 | Stretched on the bed of grief | | | | | | | |
d204 | The deluge at the almighty's call | | | | | | | |
d205 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
d206 | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
d207 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d208 | The Lord on high proclaims His Godhead | | | | | | | |
d209 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
d210 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d211 | The righteous Lord supremely great | | | | | | | |
d212 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d213 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
d214 | The wondering nations have beheld | | | | | | | |
d215 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d216 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d217 | There was an hour when Christ rejoiced | | | | | | | |
d218 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
d219 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d220 | Thou only center of my rest | | | | | | | |
d221 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d222 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
d223 | Thus did the sons of Abraham pass | | | | | | | |
d224 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d225 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d227 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d228 | Thy praise, O Lord, our thankful songs renew | | | | | | | |
d229 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
d230 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d231 | To bless the Lord let every land | | | | | | | |
d232 | To bless the Lord our God in strains divine | | | | | | | |
d233 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d234 | To heaven let all my sacred | | | | | | | |
d235 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
d236 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d237 | To thee, my King, my [O] God of grace | | | | | | | |
d238 | To thee, who reignest supreme above | | | | | | | |
d239 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d240 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d241 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d242 | Unite my roving [rising] thoughts unite | | | | | | | |
d243 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d244 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d245 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d246 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d247 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d248 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
d249 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d250 | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
d251 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d252 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
d253 | When God in wrath shall rise [come] | | | | | | | |
d254 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d255 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
d256 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d257 | When men of mischief rise | | | | | | | |
d258 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
d259 | Where are the mourners, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
d260 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d261 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d262 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d263 | While sinners who presume to bear | | | | | | | |
d264 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
d265 | Why do the wealthy wicked boast of sin | | | | | | | |
d266 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
d267 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d268 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
d269 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d270 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d271 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d272 | Ye chiefs and kings to God | | | | | | | |
d273 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d274 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d275 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
d276 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
d277 | Ye nations round the northern sea | | | | | | | |
d278 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
d279 | Ye sons of men in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
d280 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d281 | Ye trembling saints dismiss | | | | | | | |
d282 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
d283 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d284 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |