# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | The heavenly spheres to thee, O God | | | | | | | |
d302 | The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets | | | | | | | |
d303 | The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want | | | | | | | |
d304 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d305 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d306 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d307 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d308 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d309 | The Lord will comfort Zion | | | | | | | |
d310 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d311 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d312 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
d313 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d314 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d315 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d316 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
d317 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d318 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d319 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d320 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
d321 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d322 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d323 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d324 | There was joy in heaven | | | | | | | |
d325 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d326 | This is the first and great command | | | | | | | |
d327 | This world is not a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d328 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d329 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
d330 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d331 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d332 | Through the night air stealing | | | | | | | |
d333 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d334 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d335 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d336 | Thy name be hallowed evermore | | | | | | | |
d337 | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
d338 | Thy will be done, I will not fear | | | | | | | |
d339 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d340 | 'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit | | | | | | | |
d341 | To God be glory, peace on earth, to all mankind good will | | | | | | | |
d342 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d343 | To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly | | | | | | | |
d344 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d345 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d346 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d347 | Unchangeable all perfect Lord | | | | | | | |
d348 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d349 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d350 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d351 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
d352 | We are going home, we've had visions | | | | | | | |
d353 | We come, our hearts with gladness glowing | | | | | | | |
d354 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d355 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | | | | | | | |
d356 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d357 | When, blest Redeemer, thou art near | | | | | | | |
d358 | When floating on [o'er] [in] life's troubled sea | | | | | | | |
d359 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d360 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d361 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d362 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d363 | When the Lord shall build up build up Zion | | | | | | | |
d364 | When the sun gloriously comes forth from the ocean | | | | | | | |
d365 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
d366 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d367 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d368 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d369 | When with error bewildered | | | | | | | |
d370 | Where shall we make her grave | | | | | | | |
d371 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d372 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d373 | Wide as his vast dominion lie | | | | | | | |
d374 | Will that not joyful be | | | | | | | |
d375 | With all our hearts, with all our powers | | | | | | | |
d376 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
d377 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d378 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d379 | With sacred joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d380 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | | | |
d381 | Work, and thou wilt bless the day | | | | | | | |
d382 | Ye angels, bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d383 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d384 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d385 | Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray | | | | | | | |
d386 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d387 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |