# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d202 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d203 | The Lord our God is Lord of all | | | | | | | |
d204 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d205 | The Lord will comfort Zion | | | | | | | |
d206 | The mighty Lord vouchsafes to be my guide | | | | | | | |
d207 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
d208 | The Prince of peace is come | | | | | | | |
d209 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d210 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d211 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d212 | The tempest is howling the storm winds are drear | | | | | | | |
d213 | The winds breathe low the fading [withering] leaf | | | | | | | |
d214 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d215 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d216 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d217 | There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing | | | | | | | |
d218 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d219 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d220 | This is the day, this is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
d221 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d222 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d223 | Thou, Lord, on whom I still depend | | | | | | | |
d224 | Thou, O Lord, art my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d225 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d227 | Thy mercies and thy love | | | | | | | |
d228 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d229 | Thy wisdom, power and goodness, Lord | | | | | | | |
d230 | To God, in whom I trust | | | | | | | |
d231 | To God our voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
d232 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d233 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d234 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d235 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d236 | Today the Savior calls | | | | | | | |
d237 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d238 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d239 | Wake, all ye soaring tribes and sing | | | | | | | |
d240 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn] | | | | | | | |
d241 | We praise thee, O God (Byrnes) | | | | | | | |
d242 | Weeping sinner [sinners], dry your tears | | | | | | | |
d243 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d244 | What is the chaff, the word of man | | | | | | | |
d245 | What soft delight the peaceful bosom warms | | | | | | | |
d246 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d247 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d248 | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | | | |
d249 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d250 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d251 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
d252 | When sickness lends its pallid hue | | | | | | | |
d253 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d254 | When thickly beat the storms of life | | | | | | | |
d255 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d256 | Wherewith O God [Lord], shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
d257 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d258 | While through this changing world we [I] roam | | | | | | | |
d259 | Whisper, ye breezes, and murmur | | | | | | | |
d260 | Who Jesus our Example know | | | | | | | |
d261 | Why did the nations join to slay | | | | | | | |
d262 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d263 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d264 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d265 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
d266 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d267 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d268 | With one consent let all the earth | | | | | | | |
d269 | With sacred joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d270 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
d271 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d272 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
d273 | Yes, God himself hath sworn | | | | | | | |
d274 | Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign | | | | | | | |
d275 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d276 | Yet a few years, or days perhaps | | | | | | | |
d277 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |