| # | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
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| d501 | Thus did the sons of Abraham pass | | | | | | | |
| d502 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
| d503 | Thus Lydia sanctified her house [home] | | | | | | | |
| d504 | Thy father, why with locks of snow | | | | | | | |
| d505 | Thy kingdom come, O day of joy | | | | | | | |
| d506 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
| d507 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
| d508 | 'Tis but a short uncertain space [life] | | | | | | | |
| d509 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
| d510 | 'Tis summer, glorious summer, look | | | | | | | |
| d511 | To Jesus our King, who sits on the throne | | | | | | | |
| d512 | To thee, the little children's friend | | | | | | | |
| d513 | To thy pastures green and fair | | | | | | | |
| d514 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
| d515 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
| d516 | Tracts have the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
| d517 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
| d518 | Up to thee, Almighty Father, Ancient of eternal days | | | | | | | |
| d519 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
| d520 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
| d521 | We gather, we gather, dear [O] Jesus, to bring | | | | | | | |
| d522 | We have met in peace together | | | | | | | |
| d523 | We meet again in gladness | | | | | | | |
| d524 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
| d525 | We seem to hear a voice of praise | | | | | | | |
| d526 | We shall meet no more to part | | | | | | | |
| d527 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
| d528 | Weep, little children, weep | | | | | | | |
| d529 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
| d530 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
| d531 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
| d532 | What blest examples do I [we] find | | | | | | | |
| d533 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
| d534 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
| d535 | What is the world, a wildering maze | | | | | | | |
| d536 | What is there here to court my stay | | | | | | | |
| d537 | What is there, Lord, a child [youth] can do | | | | | | | |
| d538 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
| d539 | When a foolish thought within | | | | | | | |
| d540 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
| d541 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
| d542 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
| d543 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
| d544 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
| d545 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d546 | When I look up to yonder sky | | | | | | | |
| d547 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
| d548 | When Jesus into Salem rode | | | | | | | |
| d549 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
| d550 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
| d551 | When my cries ascend to thee | | | | | | | |
| d552 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
| d553 | When Sabbath's sacred morning light begins | | | | | | | |
| d554 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
| d555 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
| d556 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
| d557 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
| d558 | When sickness, pain, and death | | | | | | | |
| d559 | When soft the dews [the soft dews] of kindly sleep | | | | | | | |
| d560 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
| d561 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
| d562 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
| d563 | While the heavenly host rejoices | | | | | | | |
| d564 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
| d565 | While we with fear and hope survey | | | | | | | |
| d566 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
| d567 | Whither but to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
| d568 | Who would not love the Savior | | | | | | | |
| d569 | Why should I deprive my neighbor | | | | | | | |
| d570 | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
| d571 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
| d572 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
| d573 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
| d574 | Why should our parents call us good | | | | | | | |
| d575 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
| d576 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
| d577 | With grateful delight we survey | | | | | | | |
| d578 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
| d579 | With joy once more we hail thee | | | | | | | |
| d580 | With joy once more we hail thee | | | | | | | |
| d581 | With joy we meet, With smiles we greet Our schoolmates bright and gay | | | | | | | |
| d582 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |
| d583 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |
| d584 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
| d585 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
| d586 | Young and lovely, hast thou left me | | | | | | | |
| d587 | Young men and maidens, raise | | | | | | | |
| d588 | Young men exhort, the apostle said | | | | | | | |
| d589 | Young though in years we be | | | | | | | |
| d590 | Youth, health, and strength are ours today | | | | | | | |
| d591 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |
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