# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d601 | The Lord be with us as we bend | | | | | | | |
d602 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d603 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d604 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d605 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d606 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d607 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d608 | The man is ever blest [blessed] who shuns the sinner's ways | | | | | | | |
d609 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d610 | The radiant morn hath passed away | | | | | | | |
d611 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
d612 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
d613 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d614 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d615 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d616 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d617 | There is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe | | | | | | | |
d618 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d619 | There is a hope, a blessed hope | | | | | | | |
d620 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d621 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d622 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d623 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d624 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d625 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d626 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d627 | Thine arm, O Lord, in days of old | | | | | | | |
d628 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d629 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
d630 | Thine holy day's returning | | | | | | | |
d631 | This day at thy creating word | | | | | | | |
d632 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d633 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d634 | Thou art the way, by thee alone | | | | | | | |
d635 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d636 | Thou glorious Sun of Righteousness | | | | | | | |
d637 | Thou hast said, exalted Jesus [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d638 | Thou only source of true delight | | | | | | | |
d639 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d640 | Thou, who art enthroned above | | | | | | | |
d641 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d642 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d643 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d644 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d645 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d646 | Thy service, Lord is my delight | | | | | | | |
d647 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d648 | Thy works, not mine [ours], O Christ | | | | | | | |
d649 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d650 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d651 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
d652 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d653 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d654 | 'Tis the great Father we adore | | | | | | | |
d655 | 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give | | | | | | | |
d656 | 'Tis thine alone, Almighty Name, to raise the dead to life | | | | | | | |
d657 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d658 | To heaven I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
d659 | To him that [who] loved the souls [sons] of men | | | | | | | |
d660 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d661 | To thee, O dear, dear Savior, my spirit turns for rest | | | | | | | |
d662 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d663 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d664 | Today thy mercy calls me [us] | | | | | | | |
d665 | Traveling to the better land | | | | | | | |
d666 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d667 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d668 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d669 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d670 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d671 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d672 | We come, O Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d673 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d674 | We give thee but thine own | | | | | | | |
d675 | We may not climb the heavenly steeps | | | | | | | |
d676 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d677 | We shall see him, in our nature | | | | | | | |
d678 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
d679 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d680 | We thank thee, Lord, for this fair earth | | | | | | | |
d681 | Weary with my load of sin | | | | | | | |
d682 | Weeping soul, no longer mourn, Jesus all thy griefs hath borne | | | | | | | |
d683 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d684 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d685 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d686 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d687 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d688 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
d689 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d690 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d691 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d692 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d693 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d694 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d695 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d696 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d697 | When Jordan hushed his [its] waters still | | | | | | | |
d698 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d699 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d700 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |