# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d202 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d203 | Songs of immortal praise belong | | | | | | | |
d204 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
d206 | Spirit of peace, immortal dove | | | | | | | |
d207 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d208 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d209 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d210 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d211 | Swift as declining shadows pass | | | | | | | |
d212 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d213 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d214 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d215 | The Lord is risen indeed; The grave has lost its prey | | | | | | | |
d216 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d217 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d218 | The Lord of earth and sky, The God of ages praise | | | | | | | |
d219 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d220 | The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale | | | | | | | |
d221 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d222 | The Savior kindly calls Our children | | | | | | | |
d223 | The Savior's glorious name Forever shall endure | | | | | | | |
d224 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d225 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d226 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d227 | Thee will I bless, O Lord, my God | | | | | | | |
d228 | Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength, my rock, my tower, my high defence | | | | | | | |
d229 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d230 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d231 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d232 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d233 | There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing | | | | | | | |
d234 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d235 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d236 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d237 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d238 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d239 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d240 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d241 | Thou Lamb of God for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
d242 | Thrice happy man [name] who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
d243 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d244 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d245 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d246 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d247 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d248 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d249 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
d250 | To God address the joyful psalm | | | | | | | |
d251 | To God I cried with mournful voice | | | | | | | |
d252 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d253 | To God the great, the ever blest [blessed] | | | | | | | |
d254 | To heaven I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
d255 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d256 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d257 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d258 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d259 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d260 | Up, haste to Calvary, my soul | | | | | | | |
d261 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d262 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d263 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
d264 | We love thy holy temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
d265 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d266 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d267 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d268 | When, courting slumber, the hours I number | | | | | | | |
d269 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d270 | When I pour out my soul in prayer | | | | | | | |
d271 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d272 | When morning's bright and hallowed ray | | | | | | | |
d273 | When storms of sorrow darken | | | | | | | |
d274 | When the light of day is fading | | | | | | | |
d275 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d276 | When trouble [troubles] fill [fills] my soul with grief | | | | | | | |
d277 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d278 | Where is my [our] [the] Savior now | | | | | | | |
d279 | Where shall the man be found | | | | | | | |
d280 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d281 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly [holy] place | | | | | | | |
d282 | Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but thee | | | | | | | |
d283 | Why did the nations join to slay | | | | | | | |
d284 | Why, on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
d285 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d286 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d287 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
d288 | With my whole heart I'll raise my song | | | | | | | |
d289 | With my whole heart I've sought thy face | | | | | | | |
d290 | With one consent let all the earth | | | | | | | |
d291 | Would Jesus have the [a] sinner die | | | | | | | |
d292 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d293 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d294 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
d295 | Ye trembling captives, hear The gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
d296 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d297 | Zion, awake, thy strength renew | | | | | | | |