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d101 | On thee, each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend | | | | | | | |
d102 | Once more my eyes behold the day | | | | | | | |
d103 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d104 | Oppressed with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
d105 | Pleasing spring again is here, Trees and fields | | | | | | | |
d106 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d107 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d108 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d109 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d110 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d111 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d112 | Shine on our souls, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d113 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d114 | Sing to the Lord, exalt him high | | | | | | | |
d115 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d116 | Soon as the morning rays appear | | | | | | | |
d117 | Sovereign of worlds above | | | | | | | |
d118 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
d119 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
d120 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d122 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d123 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d124 | That once loved form now cold | | | | | | | |
d125 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d126 | The flowery spring at God's command | | | | | | | |
d127 | The grave is now a favored spot | | | | | | | |
d128 | The night shall hear me raise my song | | | | | | | |
d129 | The time is short sinners beware | | | | | | | |
d130 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d131 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d134 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d135 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d136 | Thou, gracious Lord, art my defence | | | | | | | |
d137 | Thou, Lord, through every changing scene | | | | | | | |
d138 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
d139 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
d140 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d141 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
d142 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d143 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d144 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d145 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d147 | We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star | | | | | | | |
d148 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d149 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d150 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d151 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d152 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d153 | When on the third auspicious day | | | | | | | |
d154 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d155 | While in the tender years of youth | | | | | | | |
d156 | While nature welcomes in the day | | | | | | | |
d157 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d158 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d159 | Who but Thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
d160 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d161 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d162 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d163 | Ye lovely bands of blooming youth | | | | | | | |
d164 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |