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d401 | Sinner, awake, to think | | | | | | | |
d402 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
d403 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d404 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d405 | Sinners, approach your dying Lord | | | | | | | |
d406 | Sinners, behold that [the] downward road [path] | | | | | | | |
d407 | Sinners, behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d408 | Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken | | | | | | | |
d409 | Sinners, hear the mighty Savior | | | | | | | |
d410 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
d411 | Smote by thy [the] law, I'm justly slain | | | | | | | |
d412 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d413 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d414 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d415 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
d416 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d417 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d418 | Still in the forming hour of youth | | | | | | | |
d419 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d420 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d421 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d422 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d423 | Tell us, ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d424 | Temperance, tell the listening world | | | | | | | |
d425 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d426 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d427 | The Lord who lives in heaven afar | | | | | | | |
d428 | The mighty angel to whose hand | | | | | | | |
d429 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
d430 | The night shall hear me raise my song | | | | | | | |
d431 | The prodigal no sorrow felt | | | | | | | |
d432 | The prodigal with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
d433 | The Sabbath of the Lord, the Sabbath is our day | | | | | | | |
d434 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d435 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d436 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
d437 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d438 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
d439 | There is a solid comfort here | | | | | | | |
d440 | There sprang a tree of deadly name | | | | | | | |
d441 | This festive scene, these nuptial rites | | | | | | | |
d442 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d443 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
d444 | This is thine earthly temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
d445 | Thou great Physician of the soul | | | | | | | |
d446 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d447 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
d448 | Thou, who hast stamped on human kind | | | | | | | |
d449 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d450 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
d451 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d452 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
d453 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d454 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
d455 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d456 | Time by moments steals away | | | | | | | |
d457 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d458 | 'Tis first of all thyself to know | | | | | | | |
d459 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
d460 | 'Tis hard, when we are sick and poor | | | | | | | |
d461 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d462 | 'Tis not in man, vain man, to trust | | | | | | | |
d463 | 'Tis pleasant to sing the sweet praise | | | | | | | |
d464 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d465 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d466 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d467 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d468 | 'Twas when the sea [seas], with awful [horrid] roar | | | | | | | |
d469 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d470 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d471 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d472 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d473 | We come at even's solemn hour | | | | | | | |
d474 | We come, dear Lord, a feeble band | | | | | | | |
d475 | We come not here in rich array | | | | | | | |
d476 | We come, O Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d477 | We dare no longer stand | | | | | | | |
d478 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d479 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d480 | What must I do, the jailor cries | | | | | | | |
d481 | What notes assail mine ear | | | | | | | |
d482 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d483 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d484 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d485 | What warlike natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
d486 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
d487 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d488 | When drawn by wisdom's awful pen | | | | | | | |
d489 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d490 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d491 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d492 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d493 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we] | | | | | | | |
d494 | When, O my Savior, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
d495 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d496 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d497 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d498 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d499 | When the eternal Son of God | | | | | | | |
d500 | When the repentant Mary came | | | | | | | |