# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Servants of the living God | | | | | | | |
d102 | Shepherd divine our wants relieve | | | | | | | |
d103 | Shine mighty God on Zion shine | | | | | | | |
d104 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d105 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
d106 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Leader | | | | | | | |
d107 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d108 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
d109 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d110 | Sweet as the Shepherd's tuneful reed | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d112 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
d113 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
d114 | Tell me, Savior, from above | | | | | | | |
d115 | Tempted, tossed, troubled spirit | | | | | | | |
d116 | The day has past and gone | | | | | | | |
d117 | The day is far spent, the evening is nigh | | | | | | | |
d118 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
d119 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
d120 | The Lord is my Shepherd, his hand gently leads me | | | | | | | |
d121 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d122 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d123 | The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Savior came into the world | | | | | | | |
d125 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d126 | The world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d127 | The world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d128 | Thee will I love, my Strength [Lord] [Shield], [my] [and] Tower | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d130 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d131 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d132 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d133 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d134 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d135 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d136 | 'Tis hard from those we love to go | | | | | | | |
d137 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d138 | To thee in each [youth's] bright morning | | | | | | | |
d139 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d140 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d141 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d142 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d143 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d144 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d145 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d146 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d147 | When shall I see the day that ends my woes | | | | | | | |
d148 | When sinking in sorrow, free grace did abound | | | | | | | |
d149 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d150 | When with [my] mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
d151 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d152 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d153 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d154 | Why not now, my God [Lord], my God | | | | | | | |
d155 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d156 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d157 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d158 | Ye jewels of my [our] master | | | | | | | |
d159 | Ye sons of God, your tongues employ | | | | | | | |
d160 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d161 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |