# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d601 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d602 | Stand up, and bless the Lord, ye people | | | | | | | |
d603 | Sun that ruleth o'er the day | | | | | | | |
d604 | Sweet, at the dawning light, Thy boundless love | | | | | | | |
d605 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d606 | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d607 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
d608 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d609 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d610 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d611 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d612 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d613 | Teach us, O Lord, we earnest pray | | | | | | | |
d614 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d615 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d616 | That sweetest, dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d617 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | | | |
d618 | The Bible, The Bible, Is heaven's own book | | | | | | | |
d619 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d620 | The city of our God now burst upon my sight | | | | | | | |
d621 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d622 | The earth, and seas and skies, O God | | | | | | | |
d623 | The host of heaven that throne surrounding | | | | | | | |
d624 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d625 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d626 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d627 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d628 | The Lord is good, the Lord is kind | | | | | | | |
d629 | The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love | | | | | | | |
d630 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d631 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d632 | The Lord of lords and King of kings | | | | | | | |
d633 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
d634 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d635 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d636 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d637 | The pearl that [the] worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
d638 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d639 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d640 | The Prince of salvation is coming | | | | | | | |
d641 | The silver cord is loosened, That held the immortal part | | | | | | | |
d642 | The Spirit by the word is calling sinners come | | | | | | | |
d643 | The stars sink one by one from sight | | | | | | | |
d644 | The sun above us gleaming is not the sun for me | | | | | | | |
d645 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d646 | The time of my departure's nigh | | | | | | | |
d647 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | | | |
d648 | Then came the murderous multitude | | | | | | | |
d649 | There comes a day, a fearful day | | | | | | | |
d650 | There is a calm and pure delight | | | | | | | |
d651 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d652 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d653 | There is a glorious mansion | | | | | | | |
d654 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
d655 | There is a King of glory Ere long on earth to rise | | | | | | | |
d656 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
d657 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d658 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d659 | There is a place there is a place where my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
d660 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d661 | There is a star that cheers our way | | | | | | | |
d662 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d663 | There is a stream whose narrow tide | | | | | | | |
d664 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
d665 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d666 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d667 | There's a glorious land on high | | | | | | | |
d668 | There's a region above, free from sin and temptation | | | | | | | |
d669 | There's joy in heaven, thrilling joy | | | | | | | |
d670 | There's music in the upper heaven | | | | | | | |
d671 | There's no name among men, nor angels so bright | | | | | | | |
d672 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d673 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
d674 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
d675 | They who trust in Christ the Savior | | | | | | | |
d676 | Thine earthly rests, O Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
d677 | This earth has [hath] many a pleasant sweet | | | | | | | |
d678 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
d679 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d680 | This is the glorious day | | | | | | | |
d681 | This world is but a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d682 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d683 | Thou hast said, exalted Jesus [Savior] | | | | | | | |
d684 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d685 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d686 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d687 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d688 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d689 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d690 | Thus saith the church's Head | | | | | | | |
d691 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d692 | Thy worthiness is all our song | | | | | | | |
d693 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
d694 | 'Tis faith supports my feeble soul | | | | | | | |
d695 | 'Tis faith that purifles the heart | | | | | | | |
d696 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d697 | To go from my home, and with kindred to part | | | | | | | |
d698 | To him that [who] loved the souls [sons] of men | | | | | | | |
d699 | To him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
d700 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |