# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Return, my [each] roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
d202 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d203 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d204 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d205 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
d206 | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
d207 | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
d208 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d209 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
d210 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d211 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | | | |
d212 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
d213 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
d214 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d215 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d216 | Sinners, behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d217 | Soon as my infant [youthful] lips can speak [lisp] | | | | | | | |
d218 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d219 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d220 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d221 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d222 | Supported by the [thy] Word | | | | | | | |
d223 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d224 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d225 | Take comfort, Christians, when your friends | | | | | | | |
d226 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d227 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d228 | The flowery spring at God's command | | | | | | | |
d229 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
d230 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d231 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
d232 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d233 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d234 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
d235 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d236 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d237 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d238 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d239 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d240 | There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d241 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d242 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d243 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d244 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d245 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d246 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d247 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d248 | Through this wide [wild] wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
d249 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d250 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d251 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d252 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d253 | 'Tis past, the dreadful stormy night | | | | | | | |
d254 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d255 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
d256 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d257 | 'Twas when the sea [seas], with awful [horrid] roar | | | | | | | |
d258 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d259 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d260 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d261 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d262 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d263 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d264 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d265 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d266 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d267 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
d268 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
d269 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d270 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d271 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d272 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d273 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d274 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d275 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d276 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d277 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d278 | When with [my] mind divinely pressed | | | | | | | |
d279 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d280 | Where'er the Lord shall build my house | | | | | | | |
d281 | While I to grief my soul [heart] gave way | | | | | | | |
d282 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d283 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d284 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d285 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d286 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d287 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
d288 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
d289 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
d290 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
d291 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d292 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
d293 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d294 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d295 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d296 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d297 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
d298 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d299 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |