# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d402 | That we may walk with God | | | | | | | |
d403 | The busy scenes of day are fled | | | | | | | |
d404 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d405 | The gathering clouds with aspect dark | | | | | | | |
d406 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d407 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d408 | The Jordan prophet cries today | | | | | | | |
d409 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d410 | The Lord, how glorious is his face | | | | | | | |
d411 | The Lord will not forget the grace | | | | | | | |
d412 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
d413 | The saints of earth and those above | | | | | | | |
d414 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d415 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d416 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d417 | The time is short sinners beware | | | | | | | |
d418 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d419 | The Word, the Spirit, and the bride | | | | | | | |
d420 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d421 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d422 | There is a thought, can lift the soul | | | | | | | |
d423 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d424 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
d425 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
d426 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d427 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d428 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d429 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d430 | Thou man of griefs, remember me | | | | | | | |
d431 | Thou Prince of glory, slain for me | | | | | | | |
d432 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d433 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d434 | Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord | | | | | | | |
d435 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d436 | Through this wide [wild] wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
d437 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
d438 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d439 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d440 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d441 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d442 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d443 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d444 | To the cross where Jesus dies | | | | | | | |
d445 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d446 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d447 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d448 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d449 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d450 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d451 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d452 | Up to thy throne, O God of love | | | | | | | |
d453 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
d454 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d455 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d456 | Wake and lift up thyself, my heart | | | | | | | |
d457 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn] | | | | | | | |
d458 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d459 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d460 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d461 | Welcome, ye well beloved of God | | | | | | | |
d462 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d463 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d464 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d465 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d466 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d467 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d468 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d469 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d470 | When Christ, with all his graces crowned | | | | | | | |
d471 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d472 | When gloomy doubts and fears | | | | | | | |
d473 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d474 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d475 | When I can say, My God is mine | | | | | | | |
d476 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d477 | When I tread the mortal vale | | | | | | | |
d478 | When in the hour [hours] of lonely woe | | | | | | | |
d479 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d480 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d481 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d482 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d483 | When the heart is sad within | | | | | | | |
d484 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
d485 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d486 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d487 | When tossed on error's stormy tide | | | | | | | |
d488 | When we pass through yonder river | | | | | | | |
d489 | Where is now our boasted Savior | | | | | | | |
d490 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
d491 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d492 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d493 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d494 | While Sinai roars and round the earth | | | | | | | |
d495 | While sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d496 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d497 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d498 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d499 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
d500 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |