# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | The gospel, O what endless charms | | | | | | | |
d302 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d303 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d304 | The long lost son, with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
d305 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d306 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d307 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
d308 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d309 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d310 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d311 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d312 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d313 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d314 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d315 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d316 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d317 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d318 | Thou very present Aid | | | | | | | |
d319 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d320 | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
d321 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d322 | Thy loving Spirit, Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
d323 | Thy word, almighty Lord [God] [Truth] | | | | | | | |
d324 | Till I learned to love thy name | | | | | | | |
d325 | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
d326 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d327 | We bring no glittering treasures, no gems | | | | | | | |
d328 | Weary souls that [who] wander wide | | | | | | | |
d329 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d330 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d331 | What majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
d332 | What shall I do my God to love | | | | | | | |
d333 | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
d334 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d335 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d336 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d337 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d338 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d339 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d340 | Within thy house, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
d341 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d342 | Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
d343 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d344 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]