# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | Sure there's a dreadful God | | | | | | | |
d402 | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d403 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d404 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d405 | Sweet is thy mercy, Lord | | | | | | | |
d406 | Sweet Savior, bless us ere [as] we go | | | | | | | |
d407 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d408 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d409 | The Almighty reigns, exalted high | | | | | | | |
d410 | The Bridegroom comes, Bride of the Lamb, awake | | | | | | | |
d411 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
d412 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d413 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d414 | The day is past and over | | | | | | | |
d415 | The day, O Lord, is spent | | | | | | | |
d416 | The day of praise is done | | | | | | | |
d417 | The eternal gates lift up their heads | | | | | | | |
d418 | The festal morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
d419 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
d420 | The goodly land I see | | | | | | | |
d421 | The harvest dawn is near | | | | | | | |
d422 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d423 | The homeland, O the homeland, the land of souls free born | | | | | | | |
d424 | The King of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d425 | The Lord be with us as we bend | | | | | | | |
d426 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d427 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d428 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d429 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d430 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d431 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d432 | The Lord will raise Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d433 | The mercies of my God and King | | | | | | | |
d434 | The people of the Lord are on their way | | | | | | | |
d435 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d436 | The promises I [we] sing which love supreme [sovereign love] once [hath] spoke | | | | | | | |
d437 | The Savior by whose name I'm called | | | | | | | |
d438 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d439 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d440 | The sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
d441 | Their hearts shall not be moved | | | | | | | |
d442 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
d443 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d444 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d445 | There is a safe and [a] secret place | | | | | | | |
d446 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
d447 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d448 | Thou art coming, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d449 | Thou art gone up on high To mansions [realms] | | | | | | | |
d450 | Thou art my hiding place, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d451 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d452 | Thou grace divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
d453 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
d454 | Thou, Lord, of all the parent art | | | | | | | |
d455 | Thou, O Lord, in tender love | | | | | | | |
d456 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d457 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
d458 | Though waves and storms go o'er my head | | | | | | | |
d459 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d460 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d461 | Through the love of God [Christ] [Jesus] our Father [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d462 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d463 | Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare | | | | | | | |
d464 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord | | | | | | | |
d465 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d466 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d467 | 'Tis not that I did choose thee | | | | | | | |
d468 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
d469 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d470 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d471 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d472 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d473 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d474 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d475 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d476 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d477 | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
d478 | We wait in faith, in prayer we wait | | | | | | | |
d479 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
d480 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d481 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d482 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
d483 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d484 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d485 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
d486 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d487 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d488 | When human hopes all wither | | | | | | | |
d489 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d490 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d491 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d492 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d493 | When morning gilds the skies | | | | | | | |
d494 | When no eye its pity gave us | | | | | | | |
d495 | When our heads are bowed with woe | | | | | | | |
d496 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d497 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d498 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d499 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
d500 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |