# | 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 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d203 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d204 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d205 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d206 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d207 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d208 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d209 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d210 | The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d211 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
d212 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
d213 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d214 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d215 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d216 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d217 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d218 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d219 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d220 | The time draws nigh when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend | | | | | | | |
d221 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d222 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d223 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d224 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d225 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d227 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d228 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d229 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d230 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d231 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d232 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d233 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d234 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d235 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d236 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d237 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d238 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d239 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d240 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d241 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d242 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d243 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d244 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d245 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d246 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d247 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
d248 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d249 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d250 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d251 | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
d252 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d253 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d254 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d255 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d256 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d257 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d258 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |