# | Text | Tune | ![Text Info Text Info](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/info-text.png) | ![Tune Info Tune Info](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/info-tune.png) | ![Text Text](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/page-text.png) | ![Score Score](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/page-tune.png) | ![Page Scan Page Scan](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/camera.png) | ![Audio Audio](https://hymnary.org/sites/hymnary.org/themes/newhymn/icons/20x20/speaker.png) |
d201 | Soft season of repose | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sons of men, behold him [from] far, Hail the | | | | | | | |
d203 | Spirit of purity and love | | | | | | | |
d204 | Submissive to thy will, my [O] God | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d206 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d207 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d208 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
d209 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d210 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
d211 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d212 | The saints should never be dismayed | | | | | | | |
d213 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d214 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d215 | The sun that walks his airy way | | | | | | | |
d216 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d217 | The whole creation can afford | | | | | | | |
d218 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d219 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d220 | These emmets, how little they are in our eyes | | | | | | | |
d221 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d222 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d223 | This is the place for solemn thought | | | | | | | |
d224 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d225 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d227 | Thou holy paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
d228 | Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme | | | | | | | |
d229 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d230 | Though all these things substantial seem | | | | | | | |
d231 | Though cloudy skies and northern blasts | | | | | | | |
d232 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d233 | Thoughts of the world, away | | | | | | | |
d234 | Thrice every day on bended knee | | | | | | | |
d235 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
d236 | Through shades and solitudes profound | | | | | | | |
d237 | Thus wisdom speaks aloud, and yet | | | | | | | |
d238 | Thy piercing eye, O God, surveys | | | | | | | |
d239 | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
d240 | Time with an unwearied hand | | | | | | | |
d241 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d242 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d243 | 'Tis not too hard, too high an aim | | | | | | | |
d244 | 'Tis the voice of the sluggard | | | | | | | |
d245 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d246 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d247 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d248 | To wait for that important day | | | | | | | |
d249 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d250 | Watch not o'er these alone, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d251 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d252 | What joy, while thus I view the day | | | | | | | |
d253 | What now is my [our] object and aim | | | | | | | |
d254 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d255 | What though my frail eyelids refuse | | | | | | | |
d256 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d257 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
d258 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d259 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d260 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d261 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
d262 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d263 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d264 | When Jesus first, at heaven's command | | | | | | | |
d265 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d266 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d267 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d268 | When restless on my bed I lie | | | | | | | |
d269 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d270 | When the disciples saw the Lord | | | | | | | |
d271 | When the sun with cheerful beams | | | | | | | |
d272 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d273 | While I lived without the Lord | | | | | | | |
d274 | While in the world we still [yet] remain | | | | | | | |
d275 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d276 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d277 | Whilst lost in universal dream | | | | | | | |
d278 | Why, O my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
d279 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
d280 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
d281 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d282 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d283 | Ye saints, whose tears now often flow | | | | | | | |
d284 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
d285 | Zion, the city of our God | | | | | | | |