# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | The ransomed spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
d302 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d303 | The wild streams leap with headlong sweep | | | | | | | |
d304 | The wondrous love of Jesus from doubts and fears it [he] frees us | | | | | | | |
d305 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d306 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
d307 | There is a hope, a blessed hope | | | | | | | |
d308 | There is a King of glory | | | | | | | |
d309 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
d310 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d311 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d312 | There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
d313 | There is a tract of earth | | | | | | | |
d314 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
d315 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d316 | There's joy in heaven, thrilling joy | | | | | | | |
d317 | There's music in the upper heaven | | | | | | | |
d318 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
d319 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
d320 | This earth has [hath] many a pleasant sweet | | | | | | | |
d321 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d322 | This world is but a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d323 | This world with all its glory, and all we hold dear | | | | | | | |
d324 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d325 | Thou art passing away, thou art passing away | | | | | | | |
d326 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d327 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d328 | Thrice hail, happy day, that speakest (tells) our nation's glory | | | | | | | |
d329 | Throughout the Savior's life we [I'll] trace | | | | | | | |
d330 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d331 | Thus saith the God of glory | | | | | | | |
d332 | Thy worthiness is all our song | | | | | | | |
d333 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d334 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
d335 | 'Tis faith supports my feeble soul | | | | | | | |
d336 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
d337 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d338 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d339 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d340 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d341 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d342 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d343 | We are traveling home to heaven above Will you go | | | | | | | |
d344 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d345 | Weary pilgrim, why this [the] sadness | | | | | | | |
d346 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d347 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d348 | What could your Redeemer do | | | | | | | |
d349 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d350 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
d351 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d352 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d353 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d354 | What wondrous, mighty work is this | | | | | | | |
d355 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
d356 | When around us life is shining | | | | | | | |
d357 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d358 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d359 | When I set out for heaven | | | | | | | |
d360 | When Jesus first to rescue man | | | | | | | |
d361 | When Jordan hushed his [its] waters still | | | | | | | |
d362 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d363 | When morning reviveth her beams | | | | | | | |
d364 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d365 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d366 | When sorrow darkens on life's path | | | | | | | |
d367 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d368 | Where are the fathers who guided our youth | | | | | | | |
d369 | Where shall true believers go | | | | | | | |
d370 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d371 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d372 | While wandering here below | | | | | | | |
d373 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d374 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d375 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d376 | Will you come to the grove | | | | | | | |
d377 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d378 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d379 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d380 | Ye people away nor talk of delay | | | | | | | |
d381 | Ye sinners in Zion, arouse, it is time | | | | | | | |
d382 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
d383 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d384 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d385 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d386 | Yes, yes, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d387 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
d388 | You who wander here below | | | | | | | |
d389 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d390 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |