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d201 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
d202 | Servant of God, well done, thy glorious warfare's past | | | | | | | |
d203 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d204 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sing, my soul, his wondrous love | | | | | | | |
d206 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
d207 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d208 | Soon shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever | | | | | | | |
d209 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d210 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d211 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d212 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d213 | Thank God for the Bible, 'tis there that we find | | | | | | | |
d214 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d215 | That doleful [dreadful] night before his death | | | | | | | |
d216 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d217 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d218 | The glorious Son of God | | | | | | | |
d219 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d220 | The Lord, who truly knows the heart | | | | | | | |
d221 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d222 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d223 | The time is short sinners beware | | | | | | | |
d224 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d225 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d226 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d227 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d228 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
d229 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d230 | Thy word commands our flesh to dust | | | | | | | |
d231 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d232 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d233 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d234 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d235 | Up to thee, Almighty Father, Ancient of eternal days | | | | | | | |
d236 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
d237 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d238 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d239 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d240 | We're out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d241 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d242 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d243 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d244 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d245 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d246 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d247 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d248 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d249 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d250 | When mortal man resigns his breath | | | | | | | |
d251 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d252 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d253 | When the Eternal bows the skies | | | | | | | |
d254 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d255 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d256 | Why should this earth delight us so | | | | | | | |
d257 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d258 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d259 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d260 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d261 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d262 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |