# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d402 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d403 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d404 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d405 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
d406 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d407 | There was a time when children sang | | | | | | | |
d408 | These favored saints, beloved of God | | | | | | | |
d409 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d410 | This stone to Thee in faith we lay | | | | | | | |
d411 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d412 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d413 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
d414 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d415 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d416 | Thou, who art enthroned above | | | | | | | |
d417 | Thou who didst for Peter's faith | | | | | | | |
d418 | Though kindly rains the clouds deny | | | | | | | |
d419 | Though poor in lot and scorned in name | | | | | | | |
d420 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d421 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d422 | Thy name, how infinite they be | | | | | | | |
d423 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
d424 | Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d425 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
d426 | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
d427 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d428 | 'Tis enough, the hour is come | | | | | | | |
d429 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d430 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d431 | To God most awful and most high | | | | | | | |
d432 | To Jesus, our ascending King | | | | | | | |
d433 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d434 | To thee, O God, my prayer ascends | | | | | | | |
d435 | To thee, O God, we homage pay | | | | | | | |
d436 | To thy great name, O Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d437 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d438 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d439 | Trembling with tenderest alarms | | | | | | | |
d440 | Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns | | | | | | | |
d441 | 'Twas he who made the world that said | | | | | | | |
d442 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d443 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d444 | We need not be ashamed to own | | | | | | | |
d445 | We sing the deep mysterious plan | | | | | | | |
d446 | Welcome, ye messengers of peace | | | | | | | |
d447 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d448 | What a changing world is this | | | | | | | |
d449 | What are the mines of shining wealth | | | | | | | |
d450 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
d451 | What bosom moved with pious zeal | | | | | | | |
d452 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d453 | What is our God or [and] what his name | | | | | | | |
d454 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
d455 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
d456 | What secret hand, at morning light | | | | | | | |
d457 | What though my frail eyelids refuse | | | | | | | |
d458 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d459 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d460 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d461 | When at a [this] distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
d462 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d463 | When coldness wraps this suffering clay | | | | | | | |
d464 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d465 | When heaves with sighs my anxious breast | | | | | | | |
d466 | When in the hour [hours] of lonely woe | | | | | | | |
d467 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
d468 | When Isr'l's King the sages sought | | | | | | | |
d469 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d470 | When Jordan hushed his [its] waters still | | | | | | | |
d471 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d472 | When like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
d473 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d474 | When on Canaan's beauties musing | | | | | | | |
d475 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d476 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d477 | When some kind shepherd from his [the] fold | | | | | | | |
d478 | When the sun with cheerful beams | | | | | | | |
d479 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
d480 | When we lay in sin polluted | | | | | | | |
d481 | Where are the dead, in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
d482 | Where shall we look, and hope to find | | | | | | | |
d483 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d484 | Wherefore should I make my moan | | | | | | | |
d485 | Wherewith O God [Lord], shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
d486 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d487 | While Egypt lies enwrapped in night | | | | | | | |
d488 | While high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
d489 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d490 | While passing through this wilderness | | | | | | | |
d491 | While sinners who presume to bear | | | | | | | |
d492 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
d493 | Why will ye lavish out your years | | | | | | | |
d494 | With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts | | | | | | | |
d495 | With reverent awe tremendous [our gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
d496 | With Satan, my accuser near | | | | | | | |
d497 | With what delight I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
d498 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
d499 | Words of eternal life to me | | | | | | | |
d500 | World adieu thou real [cruel] cheat | | | | | | | |