# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d102 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d103 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d104 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d105 | Religion's form is vain | | | | | | | |
d106 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d107 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d108 | Rouse ye at the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d109 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d110 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d111 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d112 | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
d113 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d114 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d117 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d120 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d121 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d122 | The day is past and gone, the night of death draws near | | | | | | | |
d123 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d125 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d126 | The night is wearing fast away | | | | | | | |
d127 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d128 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
d129 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d132 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
d133 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d134 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d135 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d136 | To leave my dear friends, with my neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
d137 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d138 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d139 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d140 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d141 | Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn | | | | | | | |
d142 | We're on our journey home | | | | | | | |
d143 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d144 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d145 | What is this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d146 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d147 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d148 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d149 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d150 | When o'er the faults of former years | | | | | | | |
d151 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d152 | When sinking in sorrow, free grace did abound | | | | | | | |
d153 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d154 | When this mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d155 | Where is now a righteous Noah | | | | | | | |
d156 | While I'm happy, hear me cry | | | | | | | |
d157 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d158 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d159 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d160 | Who can describe the pain | | | | | | | |
d161 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d162 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d163 | Why stand ye here idle, my friends, all the day | | | | | | | |
d164 | Will you come to the cross I have died on | | | | | | | |
d165 | With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
d166 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d167 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d168 | Ye sons of the main, ye that [who] sail o'er the flood | | | | | | | |
d169 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d170 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |