# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d302 | Those heavenly songs, O sing them still | | | | | | | |
d303 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d304 | Though often here we're weary, There is sweet rest above | | | | | | | |
d305 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d306 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d307 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d308 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d309 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d310 | 'Tis he forgives thy sins | | | | | | | |
d311 | 'Tis not that I did choose thee | | | | | | | |
d312 | To heaven I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
d313 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d314 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d315 | To watch the morning's dawn | | | | | | | |
d316 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d317 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d318 | Unto the Lord, unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
d319 | Wake, O my soul, lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
d320 | We bless the Lord, the just, the [and] good Who fills our | | | | | | | |
d321 | We come with joyful song To hail this happy morn | | | | | | | |
d322 | We did not see thee lifted high | | | | | | | |
d323 | Weep not, Jesus lives on high | | | | | | | |
d324 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d325 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d326 | When holy strains peal high | | | | | | | |
d327 | When hope is low, and faith is weak | | | | | | | |
d328 | When hymns from peaceful homes ascend | | | | | | | |
d329 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d330 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d331 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d332 | When the dark and heavy cloud | | | | | | | |
d333 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
d334 | When the world my heart is rending | | | | | | | |
d335 | When thickly beat the storms of life | | | | | | | |
d336 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d337 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d338 | Who puts his trust in God most just | | | | | | | |
d339 | Why is the heart of manhood sad | | | | | | | |
d340 | Will that not joyful be | | | | | | | |
d341 | With humble love, and holy fear | | | | | | | |
d342 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d343 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d344 | Ye heavenly choirs pour forth to God | | | | | | | |
d345 | Ye righteous, in the Lord rejoice | | | | | | | |
d346 | Ye trembling captives, hear The gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
d347 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d348 | Ye works of God that live and move | | | | | | | |
d349 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d350 | Yes, I will extol thee, Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
d351 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d352 | Yes, our Shepherd leads with gentle hand | | | | | | | |
d353 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d354 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d355 | Zion, awake, thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
d356 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |
d357 | Zion, wake, all praise accord | | | | | | | |