# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Once more we keep the sacred day That saw the Savior rise | | | | | | | |
d302 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d303 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
d304 | Our Father, full of grace divine | | | | | | | |
d305 | Our Father, who dost dwell on high | | | | | | | |
d306 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d307 | Our Savior was a lovely child | | | | | | | |
d308 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d309 | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d310 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
d311 | Permit me, Lord, to seek Thy face | | | | | | | |
d312 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d313 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
d314 | Poor children who are all the day | | | | | | | |
d315 | Praise to the Lord for they are past | | | | | | | |
d316 | Praise to the Sovereign of the sky | | | | | | | |
d317 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d318 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d319 | Quickly my days have passed away | | | | | | | |
d320 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d321 | Remember thy Creator now, In these thy youthful days | | | | | | | |
d322 | Return, my wandering soul, return | | | | | | | |
d323 | Rich is the sacred song that swells | | | | | | | |
d324 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d325 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d326 | Saints with pious zeal attending | | | | | | | |
d327 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d328 | Savior, may a little child through Thy grace | | | | | | | |
d329 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d330 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d331 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d332 | See, another week is gone | | | | | | | |
d333 | See, Jesus [Jesu], thy disciples, see | | | | | | | |
d334 | See that heathen mother stand | | | | | | | |
d335 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d336 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d337 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
d338 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d339 | Sing we the song of those who stand | | | | | | | |
d340 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d341 | Sinners, hear, for God hath spoken | | | | | | | |
d342 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d343 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d344 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d345 | Soon will set the Sabbath sun | | | | | | | |
d346 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
d347 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d348 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d349 | Strive, for the way is strait [straight] In which the Savior trod | | | | | | | |
d350 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d351 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
d352 | Teach me, Lord, thy name to know | | | | | | | |
d353 | Teacher divine, we bow the knee | | | | | | | |
d354 | Teacher, guide of young beginners | | | | | | | |
d355 | Ten thousand different flowers | | | | | | | |
d356 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
d357 | The bosom where I oft have lain | | | | | | | |
d358 | The burden of their souls they bring | | | | | | | |
d359 | The children's angels always view Their heavenly Father's face | | | | | | | |
d360 | The clock has struck, I cannot stay | | | | | | | |
d361 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d362 | The God of heaven is pleased to see | | | | | | | |
d363 | The heathen perish, day by day | | | | | | | |
d364 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d365 | The hour is come, I will not stray | | | | | | | |
d366 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
d367 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d368 | The Lord is here, He sees us, too, And watches everything | | | | | | | |
d369 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d370 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d371 | The man is ever blest [blessed] who shuns the sinner's ways | | | | | | | |
d372 | The moon and planets, while they run | | | | | | | |
d373 | The moon is very fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d374 | The morning breaks, my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
d375 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
d376 | The Sabbath of the Lord, the Sabbath is our day | | | | | | | |
d377 | The smitten heart and starting tear | | | | | | | |
d378 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d379 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
d380 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d381 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d382 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d383 | There is a grassy bed | | | | | | | |
d384 | There is a land above, All beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d385 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d386 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d387 | There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d388 | There's not a star whose twinkling light shines [illumes] | | | | | | | |
d389 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d390 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d391 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d392 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
d393 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d394 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d395 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d396 | This is the field, where hidden lies The pearl of price | | | | | | | |
d397 | This is the way to know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d398 | This year is hastening too away | | | | | | | |
d399 | Those children who a promise give | | | | | | | |
d400 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |