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d201 | Rise, Sun of glory, rise | | | | | | | |
d202 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d203 | Salvation is forever nigh | | | | | | | |
d204 | Savior, bless Thy [the] word [words] to all | | | | | | | |
d205 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d206 | Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding | | | | | | | |
d207 | Savior, source of every blessing, tune my heart to grateful lays | | | | | | | |
d208 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
d209 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d210 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
d211 | Sing to the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
d212 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d213 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d214 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d215 | Sound, sound the truth [news] abroad | | | | | | | |
d216 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d217 | Still evening comes, with gentle shade | | | | | | | |
d218 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
d219 | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d220 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
d221 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d222 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d223 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d224 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d225 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d226 | The God who reigns alone | | | | | | | |
d227 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d228 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d229 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
d230 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d231 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d232 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d233 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d234 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d235 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
d236 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d237 | The Savior now is gone before | | | | | | | |
d238 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d239 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d240 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d241 | There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing | | | | | | | |
d242 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d243 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d244 | Thine, Lord, forever, No power can sever | | | | | | | |
d245 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d246 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d247 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d248 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
d249 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
d250 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d251 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d252 | Though I walk through the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
d253 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
d254 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | | | |
d255 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d256 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d257 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d258 | To heaven I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
d259 | To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
d260 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d261 | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
d262 | Upheld by thy commands | | | | | | | |
d263 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d264 | We walk by faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d265 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d266 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d267 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d268 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d269 | When sorrows round us roll | | | | | | | |
d270 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d271 | When with error bewildered | | | | | | | |
d272 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d273 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d274 | While you with mournful thoughts deplore | | | | | | | |
d275 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d276 | Who O Lord, when life is o'er [over] | | | | | | | |
d277 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d278 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d279 | With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues | | | | | | | |
d280 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d281 | With one triumphant song | | | | | | | |
d282 | Within thy house, O Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
d283 | Ye angels, bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d284 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d285 | Ye messengers of Christ [God] | | | | | | | |
d286 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d287 | Ye sinners, fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
d288 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
d289 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d290 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d291 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d292 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
d293 | Zion, awake, thy strength renew | | | | | | | |