# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d202 | Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart | | | | | | | |
d203 | The Bible tells us of a golden city | | | | | | | |
d204 | The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord | | | | | | | |
d205 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d206 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d207 | The strangers to God his grace and his love | | | | | | | |
d208 | There are loved ones in the [up in] [now in] glory | | | | | | | |
d209 | There are shadows of sorrow that darken life's | | | | | | | |
d210 | There are sorrows which for us are hard to bear | | | | | | | |
d211 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d212 | There is a name to me so dear | | | | | | | |
d213 | There is a Shepherd who cares for his own | | | | | | | |
d214 | There is music in the air | | | | | | | |
d215 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d216 | There's a land beyond the river, that we call the sweet forever | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d218 | There's a land where the birds are ever singing | | | | | | | |
d219 | There's a line that is drawn by rejecting our Lord | | | | | | | |
d220 | There's a loving tender hand | | | | | | | |
d221 | There's a Savior who stands at the door of your heart | | | | | | | |
d222 | There's a song in the air, there's a star in the sky | | | | | | | |
d223 | There's a Stranger at the door, let him [the Stranger] in | | | | | | | |
d224 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d225 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thy word is a lamp to my feet, a light to my path alway | | | | | | | |
d227 | 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus, just to take him | | | | | | | |
d228 | 'Tis while I live and labor | | | | | | | |
d229 | To the work, to the work, we are servants of God | | | | | | | |
d230 | Trials dark on every hand | | | | | | | |
d231 | Up Calvary's hill Jesus patiently trod | | | | | | | |
d232 | Upon a barren mountain I was found one day | | | | | | | |
d233 | Upon a [the] wide and stormy sea, Thou art [Thou'rt] sailing | | | | | | | |
d234 | Upon the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
d235 | Walking in the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d236 | We read that God so loved the world | | | | | | | |
d237 | We shall sleep, but not forever | | | | | | | |
d238 | We three kings of [from] Orient are | | | | | | | |
d239 | We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
d240 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d241 | What a wonderful change in my life has been | | | | | | | |
d242 | What have I to dread or fear | | | | | | | |
d243 | What if today skies are thickly beclouded | | | | | | | |
d244 | When all my [the] labors and trials are o'er | | | | | | | |
d245 | When comes to the weary a blessed release | | | | | | | |
d246 | When days are dark, and dreariness | | | | | | | |
d247 | When I ask thee, Lord, not knowing | | | | | | | |
d248 | When I call to Christ my Savior | | | | | | | |
d249 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d250 | When I shall come to the end of my way | | | | | | | |
d251 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d252 | When I think of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d253 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | | | |
d254 | When your heart is aching, turn to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d255 | While Christ's disciples were mourning | | | | | | | |
d256 | While Jesus whispers to you | | | | | | | |
d257 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d258 | While we [you] pray and while we plead | | | | | | | |
d259 | Whosoever heareth, shout, shout the sound | | | | | | | |
d260 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d261 | Why not cast your cares on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d262 | With all the gods and divers creeds | | | | | | | |
d263 | Wonderful Birth, to a manger he came | | | | | | | |
d264 | Wonderful fountain that cleanseth from sin | | | | | | | |
d265 | Wounded was Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
d266 | Years, years ago on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
d267 | Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin | | | | | | | |