# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
202 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
203 | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
204 | The trump of God rends earth and skies | | | | | | | |
205 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
206 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
207 | The wondrous love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
208 | There we shall reign with Jesus, on that delightful shore | | | | | | | |
209 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
210 | Tho' in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
211 | The Land of Glory lies | | | | | | | |
212 | Through tribulation deep | | | | | | | |
213 | Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
214 | The time is short! the season near | | | | | | | |
215 | To the cross where Jesus dies | | | | | | | |
216 | Tho' troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
217 | Thy promise, Lord, and thy command | | | | | | | |
218 | Thou God of harmony and love | | | | | | | |
219 | That hiding-place I long to find | | | | | | | |
220 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
221 | The Lord's into his garden come | | | | | | | |
222 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
223 | The saints who now in Jesus sleep | | | | | | | |
224 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
225 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
226 | There was Joshua and Joseph, Elias and Moses | | | | | | | |
227 | The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love | | | | | | | |
228 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
229 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
230 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
231 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
232 | Who is this heavenly person? who? | | | | | | | |
233 | Who is as the Christian great! | | | | | | | |
234 | Whither go'st thou, pilgrim, stranger | | | | | | | |
235 | What happy children, who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
236 | When on the cross, my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
237 | While in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
238 | When thou my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
239 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
240 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
241 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
242 | When, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
243 | What sound is this salutes mine ear | | | | | | | |
244 | When I view my Saviour bleeding | | | | | | | |
245 | What cheering words are these? | | | | | | | |
246 | When frowning death appears | | | | | | | |
247 | Why should I be affrighted at pestilence or war | | | | | | | |
248 | Where shall true believers go | | | | | | | |
249 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
250 | Whene'er a sinner turns to God | | | | | | | |
251 | We read of commotions and signs in the skies | | | | | | | |
252 | We, like the disciples, are toss'd | | | | | | | |
253 | What hast thou not performed | | | | | | | |
254 | Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone | | | | | | | |
255 | Ye happy pilgrims come! | | | | | | | |
256 | Ye soldiers of Jesus pray stand to your arms | | | | | | | |
257 | Ye saints, assist me in my song | | | | | | | |
258 | Ye children of Zion who're aiming for glory | | | | | | | |
259 | Ye sons of war I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
260 | Ye jewels of my master | | | | | | | |
261 | Ye weary, heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
262 | Yes, O Christ, from every creature | | | | | | | |
263 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
264 | Ye saints of Jesus courage take | | | | | | | |
265 | As Jacob did in days of old | | | | | | | |
266 | At Jacob's well a stranger sought | | | | | | | |
267 | Do any ask the reason why | | | | | | | |
268 | Great source from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
269 | Jesus give me when I die | | | | | | | |
270 | Listen to the awful story | | | | | | | |
271 | My cheerful soul now all the day | | | | | | | |
272 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
273 | Rouse, my soul, from deadly slumber | | | | | | | |
274 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
275 | When by sin overwhelm'd, shame covers our face | | | | | | | |
276 | Zion, the city of our God | | | | | | | |