# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Remember thy Creator now | | | | | | | |
d302 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d303 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d304 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d305 | Rouse ye at the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d306 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d307 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d308 | Savior of men, Thy searching eye | | | | | | | |
d309 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d310 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d311 | Say, my brother [sister], will you meet me | | | | | | | |
d312 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d313 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d314 | Shall I for fear of feeble man | | | | | | | |
d315 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d316 | Shudder not to pass the stress | | | | | | | |
d317 | Silent night, hallowed night, land and deep silent sleep | | | | | | | |
d318 | Since meridian light commenced [commences] | | | | | | | |
d319 | Sing, O sing the song of gladness | | | | | | | |
d320 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
d321 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d322 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d323 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d324 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d325 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d326 | Soon on that bright and heavenly plain | | | | | | | |
d327 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark | | | | | | | |
d328 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d329 | Speak gently to the erring one [ones] | | | | | | | |
d330 | Stand up for Jesus, Strengthened by his hand | | | | | | | |
d331 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d332 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d333 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d334 | Streaming mercy, how it flows | | | | | | | |
d335 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d336 | Sweet Sabbath school, place dear to me | | | | | | | |
d337 | Sweetly the Sabbath bell steals on the air | | | | | | | |
d338 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d339 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
d340 | The bright day of America | | | | | | | |
d341 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d342 | The Christian pilgrim sings, Heaven's my home | | | | | | | |
d343 | The day has come, the joyful day, At last the day has come | | | | | | | |
d344 | The day is bright, the sky is clear | | | | | | | |
d345 | The drunkard wastes away his strength | | | | | | | |
d346 | The gospel ship has long been sailing | | | | | | | |
d347 | The hour is come, I will not stray | | | | | | | |
d348 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d349 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d350 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
d351 | The long lost son, with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
d352 | The Lord has pardoned all my sins | | | | | | | |
d353 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d354 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d355 | The morning hours of cheerful light | | | | | | | |
d356 | The morning star of hope and love | | | | | | | |
d357 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d358 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d359 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
d360 | The rocks can rend the earth can quake | | | | | | | |
d361 | The Sabbath is the day of rest | | | | | | | |
d362 | The Sabbath school's a place for prayer | | | | | | | |
d363 | The sun that lights the world shall fade | | | | | | | |
d364 | The Sunday school how dear to me | | | | | | | |
d365 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d366 | The Sunday school, the Sunday school Blest be the wondrous plan | | | | | | | |
d367 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d368 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d369 | The wondrous love of Jesus from doubts and fears it [he] frees us | | | | | | | |
d370 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d371 | There is a band of pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d372 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d373 | There is a Friend we ought to love | | | | | | | |
d374 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d375 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d376 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d377 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d378 | There is a line, by us unseen | | | | | | | |
d379 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d380 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
d381 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d382 | There is an hour when I must die | | | | | | | |
d383 | Therefore, I murmur not | | | | | | | |
d384 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d385 | There's a good time coming, it hasteth nigh | | | | | | | |
d386 | There's a home in the heavens for you, my brother | | | | | | | |
d387 | They tell me that beyond the seas | | | | | | | |
d388 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d389 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d390 | This life is but a summer's day | | | | | | | |
d391 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d392 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d393 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d394 | Though born to suffer and to die | | | | | | | |
d395 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d396 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d397 | Thrice happy is the youth | | | | | | | |
d398 | Through grace, I am determined | | | | | | | |
d399 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d400 | Times without number have I prayed | | | | | | | |