# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Speak kindly to thy fellow man | | | | | | | |
d102 | Summer is breathing | | | | | | | |
d103 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
d104 | Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright | | | | | | | |
d105 | Sweet is the last, the parting ray | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d107 | Tell me, wanderer, wildly roving | | | | | | | |
d108 | The bird, let loose in [from] eastern skies | | | | | | | |
d109 | The calm retreat, the silent shade | | | | | | | |
d110 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d111 | The gift indulgent heaven bestows | | | | | | | |
d112 | The gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn | | | | | | | |
d113 | The humblest flower that decks the vale | | | | | | | |
d114 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d115 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d116 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d117 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d118 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d119 | The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale | | | | | | | |
d120 | The scene was more beautiful far to my [the] eye | | | | | | | |
d121 | The skylark, when the dews of morn | | | | | | | |
d122 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d123 | The sunset is calm on the face of the deep | | | | | | | |
d124 | The winter is over and gone the thrush whistles | | | | | | | |
d125 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d126 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d127 | There is a mild and tranquil light | | | | | | | |
d128 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d129 | There is a pure and [a] peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
d131 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet | | | | | | | |
d133 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
d134 | There's nothing bright above, below | | | | | | | |
d135 | Those evening bells, those evening bells | | | | | | | |
d136 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d137 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
d138 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d139 | Time speeds away, away, away | | | | | | | |
d140 | To all our loved circle a greeting | | | | | | | |
d141 | To thee, O God, in grateful praise | | | | | | | |
d142 | Traveler, dost thou hear the tidings | | | | | | | |
d143 | Vale of the cross, the shepherds tell | | | | | | | |
d144 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d145 | We love thy holy temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | What secret hand, at morning light | | | | | | | |
d147 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d148 | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | | | |
d149 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d150 | When morning's first and hallowed ray | | | | | | | |
d151 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d152 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d153 | When the day with rosy light | | | | | | | |
d154 | When the orb of morn enlightens | | | | | | | |
d155 | When the vale [veil] of death appears | | | | | | | |
d156 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d157 | When twilight's gray and pensive hour | | | | | | | |
d158 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
d159 | While nature welcomes in the day | | | | | | | |
d160 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d161 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d162 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
d163 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |