# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d302 | Sweetly, Lord, have we heard thee calling | | | | | | | |
d303 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d304 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d305 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d306 | Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart | | | | | | | |
d307 | Tempted and tried we're oft made to [we often do] wonder [wander] | | | | | | | |
d308 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d309 | The blessed Spirit, like the wind | | | | | | | |
d310 | The church of Christ we have today | | | | | | | |
d311 | The first Noel, the angel did say | | | | | | | |
d312 | The longer I know my Savior | | | | | | | |
d313 | The Lord has been so good to me | | | | | | | |
d314 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d315 | The Lord of glory came to earth | | | | | | | |
d316 | There are loved ones in the [up in] [now in] glory | | | | | | | |
d317 | There are mansions in that city | | | | | | | |
d318 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d319 | There is a holy city, A happy world above | | | | | | | |
d320 | There is a land, a golden strand | | | | | | | |
d321 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d322 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d323 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d324 | There's a beautiful land far beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d325 | There's a garden where Jesus is waiting | | | | | | | |
d326 | There's a holy and beautiful city | | | | | | | |
d327 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
d328 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d329 | There's not a Friend like the lowly Jesus | | | | | | | |
d330 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d331 | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
d332 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d333 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d334 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d335 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d336 | Time is filled with swift transition | | | | | | | |
d337 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d338 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d339 | 'Tis a sweet and glorious thought that comes | | | | | | | |
d340 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d341 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d342 | 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts lowly bend | | | | | | | |
d343 | To Canaan's land I'm on my way | | | | | | | |
d344 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d345 | To heaven I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
d346 | To him who on the fatal tree | | | | | | | |
d347 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d348 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d349 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d350 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d351 | 'Twas with an everlasting love | | | | | | | |
d352 | Walk beside me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d353 | Walking in sunlight all of my journey | | | | | | | |
d354 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d355 | We read of a place that's called heaven | | | | | | | |
d356 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d357 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d358 | Were you there when they crucified my Lord | | | | | | | |
d359 | What a fellowship, what a joy divine | | | | | | | |
d360 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d361 | What can wash away my sin [sins] [stain] | | | | | | | |
d362 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d363 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d364 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d365 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d366 | When I come to the river at ending of day | | | | | | | |
d367 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d368 | When my soul is singing in the [that] promised land above | | | | | | | |
d369 | When my way groweth drear, precious Lord | | | | | | | |
d370 | When overwhelmed with doubts and fear | | | | | | | |
d371 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d372 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d373 | When the day is done at the set of sun | | | | | | | |
d374 | When the Lord bids us walk in the valley | | | | | | | |
d375 | When the Savior calls I will answer | | | | | | | |
d376 | When the storms of life are raging stand by me | | | | | | | |
d377 | When the toils and cares of life | | | | | | | |
d378 | When the trumpet of the Lord shall sound and time | | | | | | | |
d379 | When the way seems dark and long | | | | | | | |
d380 | When this life is o'er and I'm here no more | | | | | | | |
d381 | When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed | | | | | | | |
d382 | When we walk with the Lord In the light of his Word | | | | | | | |
d383 | When with the Savior we enter the glory land | | | | | | | |
d384 | When, yes when, the silent shadows | | | | | | | |
d385 | Whene'er you need a friend | | | | | | | |
d386 | Whenever you pray, please mention my name | | | | | | | |
d387 | While traveling through the world below | | | | | | | |
d388 | With friends on earth we meet in [with] gladness | | | | | | | |
d389 | Wonderful Jesus, glorious friend | | | | | | | |
d390 | Wonderful things of folks are said | | | | | | | |
d391 | Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell | | | | | | | |
d392 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
d393 | Ye pilgrims of Zion, and chosen of God | | | | | | | |
d394 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d395 | You ask me why some days are sad | | | | | | | |
d396 | You may sing of the beauty [beauties] of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
d397 | Your office is a sacred trust | | | | | | | |