# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d202 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d203 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d204 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d205 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d206 | That warning voice, O sinner, hear | | | | | | | |
d207 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
d208 | The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ | | | | | | | |
d209 | The Lord is my Shepherd, his kindness I know | | | | | | | |
d210 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d211 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d212 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
d213 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d214 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d215 | The songs of Zion oft impart | | | | | | | |
d216 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
d217 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d218 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d219 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d220 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d221 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d222 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d223 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d224 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d225 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d227 | Think what spirit dwells within thee | | | | | | | |
d228 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d229 | This place is holy ground | | | | | | | |
d230 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d231 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d232 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
d233 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d234 | Thou wilt show me the path of life | | | | | | | |
d235 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d236 | Thy gracious presence, Lord, afford | | | | | | | |
d237 | Thy gracious presence, O my God | | | | | | | |
d238 | Thy words the raging winds control | | | | | | | |
d239 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d240 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d241 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d242 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
d243 | To thee lift up mine eye | | | | | | | |
d244 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
d245 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d246 | To whom, my Savior, shall I go | | | | | | | |
d247 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d248 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d249 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d250 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d251 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d252 | Upheld by God's almighty arm | | | | | | | |
d253 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d254 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d255 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
d256 | We hear the joyful sound of thy salvation, Lord | | | | | | | |
d257 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d258 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d259 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d260 | What sight on earth more blissful | | | | | | | |
d261 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d262 | What soft delight the peaceful bosom warms | | | | | | | |
d263 | When, as returns this [the] solemn day | | | | | | | |
d264 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d265 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d266 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d267 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d268 | When my cries ascend to thee | | | | | | | |
d269 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d270 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d271 | When the orb of life is waning | | | | | | | |
d272 | When winds breathe soft along the silent deep | | | | | | | |
d273 | Where shall the man be found | | | | | | | |
d274 | Who can tell what notes of sadness | | | | | | | |
d275 | Who shall weep when the righteous die | | | | | | | |
d276 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d277 | Why do ye mourn for lost friends | | | | | | | |
d278 | Why should the Christian fear to die | | | | | | | |
d279 | Why sinks my soul desponding | | | | | | | |
d280 | Why that look of sadness | | | | | | | |
d281 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d282 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
d283 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d284 | Ye servants of the Almighty King | | | | | | | |
d285 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
d286 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d287 | Yes, God himself hath sworn | | | | | | | |
d288 | Zion, dreary and in anguish | | | | | | | |