# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d302 | Soldier, go, but not to claim | | | | | | | |
d303 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d304 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d305 | Stay, sinner, stay, the night comes on | | | | | | | |
d306 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d307 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d308 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d309 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d310 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d311 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d312 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d313 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d314 | That Jesus hears when children pray | | | | | | | |
d315 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d316 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
d317 | The counsels of redeeming grace | | | | | | | |
d318 | The cross of Christ inspires my heart | | | | | | | |
d319 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d320 | The finest flower that e'er was known | | | | | | | |
d321 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d322 | The God who reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d323 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d324 | The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets | | | | | | | |
d325 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
d326 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d327 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d328 | The Lord proclaims his power aloud | | | | | | | |
d329 | The Lord, the sovereign King hath [has] fixed his throne on high | | | | | | | |
d330 | The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
d331 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d332 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d333 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d334 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d335 | The time is soon coming by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
d336 | The time is swiftly rolling on | | | | | | | |
d337 | The watchmen blow the trumpet round | | | | | | | |
d338 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d339 | There are loved ones gone before us | | | | | | | |
d340 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d341 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d342 | There is a land, a happy land, Where tears are wiped away | | | | | | | |
d343 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d344 | There is a star, a guiding star | | | | | | | |
d345 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
d346 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d347 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d348 | Those evening bells, those evening bells | | | | | | | |
d349 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d350 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d351 | Thou great Instructor, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
d352 | Thou man of griefs, remember me | | | | | | | |
d353 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d354 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
d355 | Though nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand | | | | | | | |
d356 | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
d357 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d358 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d359 | Thy praise, O Lord, shall tune the lyre | | | | | | | |
d360 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d361 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
d362 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d363 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d364 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d365 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d366 | To see a pilgrim as he dies, with glory in his view | | | | | | | |
d367 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d368 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d369 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d370 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d371 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d372 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d373 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d374 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn] | | | | | | | |
d375 | Wake [wake], isles of the south | | | | | | | |
d376 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d377 | We have our trials here below | | | | | | | |
d378 | We shall see a light appear | | | | | | | |
d379 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d380 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d381 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d382 | Well met my loving friends of art | | | | | | | |
d383 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d384 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d385 | What wondrous, mighty work is this | | | | | | | |
d386 | What's this that rises in my soul [in my soul is rising] | | | | | | | |
d387 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d388 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d389 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d390 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d391 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d392 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d393 | While beauty and youth are in their full prime | | | | | | | |
d394 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d395 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d396 | Who is this that comes from far | | | | | | | |
d397 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly [holy] place | | | | | | | |
d398 | Why do I fear the darkest hour | | | | | | | |
d399 | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
d400 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |