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d301 | To thee, my God, my days are known | | | | | | | |
d302 | To thee, O God, we homage pay | | | | | | | |
d303 | To thee, supreme, the ever blest | | | | | | | |
d304 | To those who fear and trust the Lord | | | | | | | |
d305 | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
d306 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d307 | Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, the eternal hills beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d308 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d309 | Upward we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d310 | Vast are thy works, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d311 | Was pride, alas, e'er made for man | | | | | | | |
d312 | We bless the Lord, the just, the [and] good Who fills our | | | | | | | |
d313 | We sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d314 | Weak and irresolute is man | | | | | | | |
d315 | Wert thou severe our faults to mark | | | | | | | |
d316 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d317 | What shall we render, bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
d318 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d319 | What though downy slumbers flee | | | | | | | |
d320 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d321 | When all the powers of nature fail | | | | | | | |
d322 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d323 | When, as returns this [the] solemn day | | | | | | | |
d324 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d325 | When fancy spreads her boldest wings | | | | | | | |
d326 | When I review the crooked [devious] ways | | | | | | | |
d327 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
d328 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
d329 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
d330 | When present sufferings pain our hearts | | | | | | | |
d331 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d332 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
d333 | When sinners quit their wicked ways | | | | | | | |
d334 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
d335 | While by calm reflection led | | | | | | | |
d336 | While here as wandering sheep we stray | | | | | | | |
d337 | While nature welcomes in the day | | | | | | | |
d338 | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
d339 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
d340 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d341 | Who shall to [towards] thy chosen seat | | | | | | | |
d342 | Why do I thus perplex | | | | | | | |
d343 | Why do we waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d344 | With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear | | | | | | | |
d345 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d346 | Ye blest inhabitants of heaven | | | | | | | |
d347 | Ye followers of the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d348 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
d349 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d350 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d351 | Ye weak inhabitants of clay | | | | | | | |
d352 | Ye works of God, on [to] him alone | | | | | | | |