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d201 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
d202 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d203 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sinner [sinners], come, mid thy gloom | | | | | | | |
d206 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d207 | Sinners, the city where you dwell | | | | | | | |
d208 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d209 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d210 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d211 | Soon we shall see, shall see the glorious morning | | | | | | | |
d212 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d213 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d214 | Sweet muse, descend, and bless the shade | | | | | | | |
d215 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d216 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d217 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d218 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d219 | The heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d220 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d221 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d222 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
d223 | The scene was more beautiful far to my [the] eye | | | | | | | |
d224 | The spacious world promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
d225 | The stars the stars those lamps of light | | | | | | | |
d226 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d227 | There comes a day, a fearful day | | | | | | | |
d228 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d229 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d230 | There is a holy city, A happy world above | | | | | | | |
d231 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d232 | There is a place where my hopes | | | | | | | |
d233 | There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
d234 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
d235 | There is a tear of sweet relief | | | | | | | |
d236 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d237 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d238 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
d239 | Think of me when at the altar of prayer | | | | | | | |
d240 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d241 | Thou God of harmony and love | | | | | | | |
d242 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d243 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d244 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d245 | Though to a distant region | | | | | | | |
d246 | Through shades and solitudes profound | | | | | | | |
d247 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d248 | 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d249 | 'Tis pleasant to sing the sweet praise | | | | | | | |
d250 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d251 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d252 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d253 | Wake [wake], isles of the south | | | | | | | |
d254 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d255 | We are traveling home to heaven above Will you go | | | | | | | |
d256 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d257 | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
d258 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
d259 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d260 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d261 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
d262 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d263 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d264 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d265 | When God is near, To quell the soul's commotion | | | | | | | |
d266 | When God restored our captive state | | | | | | | |
d267 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d268 | When I look o'er the waste of years | | | | | | | |
d269 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d270 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d271 | When morning pours its [her] golden rays | | | | | | | |
d272 | When my soul is distressed and my comforts | | | | | | | |
d273 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d274 | When our Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
d275 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d276 | When sore afflictions throng around | | | | | | | |
d277 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d278 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d279 | When tossed on error's stormy tide | | | | | | | |
d280 | Where we, our wearied limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d281 | While in this hostile region | | | | | | | |
d282 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d283 | While wandering to and fro | | | | | | | |
d284 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d285 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d286 | Who is this that comes from far | | | | | | | |
d287 | Who will go to rear the standard | | | | | | | |
d288 | Why wanderest thou so far from home | | | | | | | |
d289 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
d290 | Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin | | | | | | | |
d291 | Ye angels who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
d292 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d293 | Ye erring souls that wildly roam | | | | | | | |
d294 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d295 | Ye jewels of my [our] master | | | | | | | |
d296 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
d297 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d298 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d299 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d300 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |