# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d202 | Press on press on ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
d203 | Rise, God, judge thou the earth in might | | | | | | | |
d204 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d205 | Round the [thy] Lord in glory seated | | | | | | | |
d206 | Savior again to Thy dear name we raise | | | | | | | |
d207 | Send down thy [your] truth, O God | | | | | | | |
d208 | Silent, like men in solemn haste | | | | | | | |
d209 | Slowly, by thy [God's] hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
d210 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d211 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d212 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d213 | Sovereign and transforming grace | | | | | | | |
d214 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer [prayers] | | | | | | | |
d215 | Spirit of power, and truth, and love | | | | | | | |
d216 | Spirit of truth, who makest bright | | | | | | | |
d217 | Stand up, and bless the Lord, ye people | | | | | | | |
d218 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
d219 | Surrounded by unnumbered foes | | | | | | | |
d220 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d221 | Take, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
d222 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d223 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d224 | That God is love, unchanging love | | | | | | | |
d225 | The bird, let loose in [from] eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d226 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
d227 | The glory of the spring, how sweet | | | | | | | |
d228 | The God of glory walks his round | | | | | | | |
d229 | The harp at nature's advent strung | | | | | | | |
d230 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d231 | The Lord be with us as we bend | | | | | | | |
d232 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d233 | The Lord is come, on Syrian soil | | | | | | | |
d234 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d235 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d236 | The offerings to thy throne which arise | | | | | | | |
d237 | The past is dark with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
d238 | The shadows of the evening hours | | | | | | | |
d239 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d240 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d241 | There is a book who runs [that all] may read | | | | | | | |
d242 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
d243 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d244 | Thou grace divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
d245 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d246 | Thou Life within my life, than self more near | | | | | | | |
d247 | Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand | | | | | | | |
d248 | Through all the various [varying] shifting [passing] scene | | | | | | | |
d249 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d250 | Thus heaven is gathering, one by one | | | | | | | |
d251 | Thy kingdom come, on bended knee | | | | | | | |
d252 | Thy way is in the deep, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d253 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d254 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
d255 | 'Tis the day of resurrection! Earth, tell it out abroad | | | | | | | |
d256 | To God on high be thanks and praise | | | | | | | |
d257 | To thine eternal arms, O God | | | | | | | |
d258 | True Sun, upon our souls arise | | | | | | | |
d259 | Up to those bright and gladsome hills | | | | | | | |
d260 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d261 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d262 | We pray no more, made lowly wise | | | | | | | |
d263 | What secret place, what distant star | | | | | | | |
d264 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d265 | When God of old came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d266 | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | | | |
d267 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
d268 | When the light of day is waning | | | | | | | |
d269 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
d270 | Where is thy God, my soul | | | | | | | |
d271 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d272 | With open eyes that look on God | | | | | | | |
d273 | Within [Here in] [Yet in] the maddening maze of things | | | | | | | |
d274 | Ye holy angels bright | | | | | | | |
d275 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d276 | Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear | | | | | | | |
d277 | Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight | | | | | | | |