# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Oft in danger [sorrow], oft [and] in woe | | | | | | | |
d102 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
d103 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
d104 | Praise, O praise our God and King | | | | | | | |
d105 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d106 | Praise to thee, thou [our] great creator | | | | | | | |
d107 | Prince of peace control my will | | | | | | | |
d108 | Regard my words, O gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | Rest of the weary, joy of [to] the sad [soul] | | | | | | | |
d110 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d111 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d112 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d113 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d114 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d115 | Savior, I look to Thee, be not Thou far from me | | | | | | | |
d116 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d117 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
d118 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d121 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d122 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d123 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d124 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
d125 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d126 | Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
d127 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d128 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d129 | The heavens declare the glory of God | | | | | | | |
d130 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d131 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d132 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d133 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d134 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
d135 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d136 | The starry firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d137 | There is a city, fair and bright | | | | | | | |
d138 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d139 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
d140 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d141 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d142 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d143 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d144 | There's nothing bright above, below | | | | | | | |
d145 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d146 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d147 | Thou great Instructor, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
d148 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul | | | | | | | |
d149 | Thou, who art enthroned above | | | | | | | |
d150 | Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on our way | | | | | | | |
d151 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d152 | Thy Father's house, thine [thy] own bright home | | | | | | | |
d153 | Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare | | | | | | | |
d154 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d155 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d156 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d157 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d158 | To God, the mighty Lord, your joyful thanks repeat | | | | | | | |
d159 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
d160 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d161 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d162 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d163 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d164 | We meet upon this lonely shore | | | | | | | |
d165 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d166 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d167 | What sweet angelic strains | | | | | | | |
d168 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d169 | When clouds above our earthly sky | | | | | | | |
d170 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d171 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d172 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d173 | When morning's first and golden ray | | | | | | | |
d174 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d175 | When the morn is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
d176 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d177 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d178 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |