# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | There is room in the heart of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d302 | There's a city that looks o'er [on] the valley | | | | | | | |
d303 | There's a fountain of cleansing that springs from above | | | | | | | |
d304 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
d305 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d306 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
d307 | Thine iniquity swells like the tide | | | | | | | |
d308 | Thou God of power and [thou] God of love | | | | | | | |
d309 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d310 | Thy love to me, O Christ | | | | | | | |
d311 | Thy loving kindness, Lord, I sing | | | | | | | |
d312 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d313 | Time's sun is fast setting | | | | | | | |
d314 | 'Tis Christ Jesus that can give | | | | | | | |
d315 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d316 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d317 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d318 | 'Twas Jesus, my Savior, who died on the [a] tree [cross] | | | | | | | |
d319 | 'Twas love, the love of God | | | | | | | |
d320 | Two little children were [came] strolling one day | | | | | | | |
d321 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d322 | We are Christian soldiers marching on | | | | | | | |
d323 | We are waiting, blessed Lord, In thy courts | | | | | | | |
d324 | We live as pilgrims and strangers below | | | | | | | |
d325 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d326 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d327 | We speak of the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d328 | Weary and walking alone | | | | | | | |
d329 | Well wife, I've found the model church | | | | | | | |
d330 | We're bound for the land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
d331 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d332 | What a promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d333 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d334 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d335 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d336 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d337 | When thou wakest in the morning | | | | | | | |
d338 | When we all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d339 | Where'er we meet, you always say | | | | | | | |
d340 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d341 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d342 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
d343 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
d344 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d345 | With my faint, weary soul | | | | | | | |
d346 | Within the garden's whispering shade | | | | | | | |
d347 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d348 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d349 | Yonder's the land where the loved ones are | | | | | | | |
d350 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |