# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | Thou art our Shepherd, gracious [glorious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d402 | Thou great Instructor, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
d403 | Thou man of griefs, remember me | | | | | | | |
d404 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d405 | Thou, who didst with love and blessing | | | | | | | |
d406 | Though I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy | | | | | | | |
d407 | Though in the earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d408 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
d409 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
d410 | Thy kingdom come, thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
d411 | Thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d412 | Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
d413 | Time grows not old with length of years | | | | | | | |
d414 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d415 | 'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he | | | | | | | |
d416 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d417 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d418 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d419 | To dwell with sinners here below | | | | | | | |
d420 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d421 | To praise the Savior's name let little children try | | | | | | | |
d422 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d423 | To thee, O blessed Savior, our grateful songs we raise | | | | | | | |
d424 | To thee our wants are known | | | | | | | |
d425 | To thee, the little children's friend | | | | | | | |
d426 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d427 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d428 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d429 | 'Twas God who made the earth and skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d430 | Union it is a hollowed name | | | | | | | |
d431 | Visit, Lord, thy habitation | | | | | | | |
d432 | Wafted o'er the breast of ocean | | | | | | | |
d433 | Wake, slumbering world, a midnight cry | | | | | | | |
d434 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d435 | We come, we come, with loud acclaim | | | | | | | |
d436 | We meet for evening prayer | | | | | | | |
d437 | We now from school depart | | | | | | | |
d438 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d439 | We ought to speak with humble fear | | | | | | | |
d440 | We seem to hear a voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d441 | Weep, little children, weep | | | | | | | |
d442 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d443 | Welcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy | | | | | | | |
d444 | Welcome the sweet, the sacred hour | | | | | | | |
d445 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d446 | What a mercy, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d447 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d448 | What is an idol, every heart | | | | | | | |
d449 | What is there, Lord, a child [youth] can do | | | | | | | |
d450 | What souls are these that venture near | | | | | | | |
d451 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d452 | When a foolish thought within | | | | | | | |
d453 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d454 | When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend | | | | | | | |
d455 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d456 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d457 | When Eli's sons by deeds profane | | | | | | | |
d458 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d459 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d460 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d461 | When I frequent the house of prayer | | | | | | | |
d462 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
d463 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d464 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
d465 | When Jesus to the temple came | | | | | | | |
d466 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d467 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d468 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
d469 | When the glorious work begun | | | | | | | |
d470 | When the infant spirit flying | | | | | | | |
d471 | When the Redeemer left his throne | | | | | | | |
d472 | When to the house of God we go | | | | | | | |
d473 | When we children bend the knee | | | | | | | |
d474 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d475 | Whene'er the [our] angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
d476 | Where is the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
d477 | Where should I be, if God should say | | | | | | | |
d478 | Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
d479 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d480 | While angels praise thy gracious [glorious] name | | | | | | | |
d481 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d482 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d483 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d484 | While wicked boys and girls we do meet | | | | | | | |
d485 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d486 | Whither but to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d487 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d488 | Who would not join the fervent cry | | | | | | | |
d489 | Why did Christ my Lord appear | | | | | | | |
d490 | Why have we lips, if not to sing | | | | | | | |
d491 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d492 | Why should believers when they meet | | | | | | | |
d493 | Why should cold or stormy weather | | | | | | | |
d494 | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
d495 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
d496 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
d497 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d498 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d499 | With a grateful delight we survey | | | | | | | |
d500 | With a grateful delight we survey | | | | | | | |