# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sing to the Lord a new made song, let earth in one | | | | | | | |
d102 | Sweet child, that wasted form | | | | | | | |
d103 | Tell ye the daughters of Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d104 | Thanks to the grace that brings us here | | | | | | | |
d105 | The good old man is gone | | | | | | | |
d106 | The grass and flowers, which clothe the field | | | | | | | |
d107 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
d108 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d109 | The Lord will comfort Zion | | | | | | | |
d110 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d111 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d112 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d113 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d114 | There is an unseen Power around | | | | | | | |
d115 | There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d116 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d117 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d118 | This day with songs we bless | | | | | | | |
d119 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d120 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d121 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d122 | This is the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou who once did [didst] condescend | | | | | | | |
d124 | Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d125 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d126 | Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
d127 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d128 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d129 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d130 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d131 | 'Twas God who made the earth and skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d132 | Up to the heavens, blue and high | | | | | | | |
d133 | Upheld by thy commands | | | | | | | |
d134 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d135 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d136 | When flowers in summer appear | | | | | | | |
d137 | When I am buried in the dust | | | | | | | |
d138 | When I with pleasing wonder stand | | | | | | | |
d139 | When the spark of life is waning [fading] | | | | | | | |
d140 | When will the day, the expected day | | | | | | | |
d141 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d142 | Who gave the sun his noon day [noon tide] light | | | | | | | |
d143 | Who hath our report believed | | | | | | | |
d144 | Why trembling and sad | | | | | | | |
d145 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d146 | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]