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d401 | Thou causest, Lord, thy sun to shine | | | | | | | |
d402 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d403 | Thou didst, O mighty God, exist | | | | | | | |
d404 | Thou Lord unto my Lord hath said | | | | | | | |
d405 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d406 | Though o'er me multiplied distress | | | | | | | |
d407 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d408 | Thus saith the church's Head | | | | | | | |
d409 | Thus saith the Lord, Your work is vain | | | | | | | |
d410 | Thus to believers, while below | | | | | | | |
d411 | Thy covenant, O Lord, in all things ordered sure | | | | | | | |
d412 | Thy faithfulness, Lord each [every] moment we find | | | | | | | |
d413 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d414 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d415 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d416 | Till God the sinner's mind [heart] illume | | | | | | | |
d417 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
d418 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d419 | 'Tis finished, cried the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d420 | 'Tis finished, our Immanuel cried | | | | | | | |
d421 | 'Tis finished, the Messiah dies | | | | | | | |
d422 | 'Tis God conducts the varying scenes | | | | | | | |
d423 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d424 | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
d425 | To God my Savior praise is due | | | | | | | |
d426 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d427 | To our Almighty Maker, God, new honors be addressed | | | | | | | |
d428 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d429 | To us a child is born from heaven | | | | | | | |
d430 | Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns | | | | | | | |
d431 | 'Twas ever in Jehovah's heart | | | | | | | |
d432 | 'Twas from thy hand, my [great] God, I came | | | | | | | |
d433 | 'Twas Jesus' last and great command | | | | | | | |
d434 | 'Twas on that night, when doomed to know [die] | | | | | | | |
d435 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d436 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d437 | Wake thou, my sword, Jehovah said | | | | | | | |
d438 | We now arise, the light is come | | | | | | | |
d439 | We own the grace divine | | | | | | | |
d440 | We search thy glorious Word, O God | | | | | | | |
d441 | We sing the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d442 | We sing today his matchless fame | | | | | | | |
d443 | Welcome to me this soft, this silent dawn | | | | | | | |
d444 | What matchless glory, and what grace | | | | | | | |
d445 | What though earthly comforts should fly | | | | | | | |
d446 | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
d447 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d448 | When elements and time will fade | | | | | | | |
d449 | When God is nigh, my [our] faith is strong | | | | | | | |
d450 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d451 | When my breast labors with oppressive care | | | | | | | |
d452 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d453 | When to his father's fond embrace The prodigal returned | | | | | | | |
d454 | When we the sacred grave survey | | | | | | | |
d455 | While here on earth I'm called to stay | | | | | | | |
d456 | While high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
d457 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d458 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d459 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d460 | Whilst we are marching through | | | | | | | |
d461 | Whilst we surround this festal board | | | | | | | |
d462 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d463 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d464 | With what resplendent beauty shone | | | | | | | |
d465 | Wonderful thy name we call | | | | | | | |
d466 | Ye blest inhabitants of heaven | | | | | | | |
d467 | Ye followers of the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
d468 | Ye humble saints, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
d469 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d470 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
d471 | Ye mourning sinners, here disclose | | | | | | | |
d472 | Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears | | | | | | | |
d473 | Ye saints, exult in Jesu's name | | | | | | | |
d474 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d475 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d476 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
d477 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d478 | Yes, I shall soon be landed On yonder shores of bliss | | | | | | | |
d479 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d480 | Yet, saith the Lord, if David's race | | | | | | | |
d481 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d482 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d483 | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |