# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d101 | Ring the joybells, Christ is risen | | | | | | | |
d102 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d103 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d104 | Savior, grant me rest and peace | | | | | | | |
d105 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d106 | Savior, Thy gentle voice, gladly we hear | | | | | | | |
d107 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d108 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
d109 | Sing on, sing on, the masses move | | | | | | | |
d110 | Sing though the way be dreary | | | | | | | |
d111 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d112 | So near, my Lord, to thee | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sound upon the morning stillness | | | | | | | |
d114 | Sovereign grace o'er sin abounding | | | | | | | |
d115 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d116 | Sowing the [their] seed by the daylight [dawnlight] fair | | | | | | | |
d117 | Standing by the cross of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d118 | Star of love, star of love | | | | | | | |
d119 | Sweet hope, the anchor of my soul | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sweetest thoughts of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d122 | Take Christ at his word | | | | | | | |
d123 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d124 | Thanks be to God for the victory over sin | | | | | | | |
d125 | The day is ended | | | | | | | |
d126 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d127 | The twilight's fairy fingers | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is a hope that cheers me on | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is rest in the promise | | | | | | | |
d131 | There's one thing up in heaven | | | | | | | |
d132 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d133 | This is not our time of resting | | | | | | | |
d134 | Thou who comfortless hath wept | | | | | | | |
d135 | Thou who sittest on the throne | | | | | | | |
d136 | Though the threatening clouds | | | | | | | |
d137 | Thy face, dear Savior, will I seek | | | | | | | |
d138 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d139 | To weary hearts the promises of God | | | | | | | |
d140 | Upon the great highway [highways] thou standest weary | | | | | | | |
d141 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d142 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d143 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d144 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d145 | When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor | | | | | | | |
d146 | When we work for the Lord | | | | | | | |
d147 | Why stand the people silent here | | | | | | | |
d148 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d149 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |