# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | See Felix, clothed with pomp and power | | | | | | | |
d502 | See, gracious God [Lord], before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d503 | See how the wicked kingdom | | | | | | | |
d504 | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
d505 | See the fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
d506 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
d507 | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
d508 | Shall mortals aim at themes so great | | | | | | | |
d509 | Shepherd of Isr'l, bend thine ear | | | | | | | |
d510 | Shepherd of Isr'l, thou dost keep | | | | | | | |
d511 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d512 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d513 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d514 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
d515 | Sinners, away from Sinai fly | | | | | | | |
d516 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
d517 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
d518 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d519 | Sovereign of life, I [we] own thy hand | | | | | | | |
d520 | Still evening comes, with gentle shade | | | | | | | |
d521 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d522 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d523 | Submissive to thy will, my [O] God | | | | | | | |
d524 | Supported by the [thy] Word | | | | | | | |
d525 | Sweet day of rest, with pure delight | | | | | | | |
d526 | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d527 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d528 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d529 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d530 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d531 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d532 | Tell me, Savior, from above | | | | | | | |
d533 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d534 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d535 | The busy scenes of day are closed | | | | | | | |
d536 | The Christians of old, united in one | | | | | | | |
d537 | The countless multitudes on high | | | | | | | |
d538 | The cross of Christ inspires my heart | | | | | | | |
d539 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d540 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d541 | The hour of prayer once more is come | | | | | | | |
d542 | The intercessions of our Lord | | | | | | | |
d543 | The law commands, and makes us know | | | | | | | |
d544 | The little babe is gone to rest | | | | | | | |
d545 | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
d546 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall come nigh | | | | | | | |
d547 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
d548 | The Lord on mortal worms looks down | | | | | | | |
d549 | The Lord, the God of glory reigns | | | | | | | |
d550 | The Lord, who truly knows the heart | | | | | | | |
d551 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d552 | The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
d553 | The saints Emmanuel's portion are | | | | | | | |
d554 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d555 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d556 | The soul that's truly born of God | | | | | | | |
d557 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d558 | The time is swiftly rolling on | | | | | | | |
d559 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
d560 | The Word, the Spirit, and the bride | | | | | | | |
d561 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
d562 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d563 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d564 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d565 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d566 | There is a period known to God | | | | | | | |
d567 | There is a world of perfect bliss Above the starry skies | | | | | | | |
d568 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d569 | There was a Romish lady, brought up in popery | | | | | | | |
d570 | There was an hour when Christ rejoiced | | | | | | | |
d571 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
d572 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d573 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d574 | This is the feast of heavenly wine | | | | | | | |
d575 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d576 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d577 | Thou God of Jabez, hear | | | | | | | |
d578 | Thou great incarnate God | | | | | | | |
d579 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
d580 | Thou sacred Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d581 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d582 | Through all the downward tracts [tracks] of time | | | | | | | |
d583 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d584 | Thus saith the Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
d585 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d586 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d587 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d588 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d589 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d590 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d591 | Thy people, Lord, have ever found | | | | | | | |
d592 | Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d593 | Thy presence, gracious Lord, afford | | | | | | | |
d594 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d595 | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
d596 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d597 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d598 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d599 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d600 | 'Tis the Savior, angels raise fame's eternal trump of praise | | | | | | | |