# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
d302 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d303 | The Savior meets his flock today | | | | | | | |
d304 | The table spread my soul there spies | | | | | | | |
d305 | The tree of life my [our] soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
d306 | The word of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
d307 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d308 | There is a land of living joy | | | | | | | |
d309 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d310 | There's many professors we find | | | | | | | |
d311 | Think, O my soul, the dreadful day | | | | | | | |
d312 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d313 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d314 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d315 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d316 | Through all this world below | | | | | | | |
d317 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
d318 | Thus saith the Lord, the Savior dear | | | | | | | |
d319 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d320 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d321 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d322 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d323 | 'Tis pure delight without alloy | | | | | | | |
d324 | To God, the universal King, let all mankind their tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d325 | Today Immanuel feeds his sheep | | | | | | | |
d326 | Uncertain how the way to find | | | | | | | |
d327 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d328 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d329 | Waked by the gospel's powerful [joyful] sound | | | | | | | |
d330 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d331 | We in this tabernacle mourn For immortality | | | | | | | |
d332 | We travel through a barren land | | | | | | | |
d333 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d334 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d335 | We'll trust in our wonderful friend | | | | | | | |
d336 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d337 | What heavenly Man, or lovely [mighty] God | | | | | | | |
d338 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d339 | What joyful sound is this I hear | | | | | | | |
d340 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d341 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d342 | What solemn scenes mine eyes behold | | | | | | | |
d343 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d344 | When Abraham's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
d345 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d346 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d347 | When by temptations sharp beset | | | | | | | |
d348 | When Christ shall rend from end to end | | | | | | | |
d349 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d350 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
d351 | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
d352 | When first to make my heart his own | | | | | | | |
d353 | When Jesus life and comfort spake | | | | | | | |
d354 | When pity prompts me to look round [around] [down] upon my [this] fellow clay | | | | | | | |
d355 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d356 | When the fierce north wind with his airy forces | | | | | | | |
d357 | Where, saith [said] the mourner is this [the] Christ | | | | | | | |
d358 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d359 | While I am blest with youthful bloom [prime] | | | | | | | |
d360 | While in my bloom, O God of grace | | | | | | | |
d361 | While we exult in life's gay bloom | | | | | | | |
d362 | Who have a right like us to sing | | | | | | | |
d363 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d364 | Why should I sink beneath my fears | | | | | | | |
d365 | With pleasure, dear brethren | | | | | | | |
d366 | Ye brethren and sisters | | | | | | | |
d367 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d368 | Ye happy sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d369 | Ye nations hear, 'tis God [heaven] doth call | | | | | | | |
d370 | Ye pilgrims of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d371 | Ye saints of God, lay hold | | | | | | | |
d372 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d373 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |