# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d302 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d303 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d304 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d305 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d306 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d307 | There is a tear of sweet relief | | | | | | | |
d308 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
d309 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d310 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d311 | Think of me when at the altar of prayer | | | | | | | |
d312 | This bark is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d313 | This morning let my praise arise | | | | | | | |
d314 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d315 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
d316 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d317 | Thy heavenly Father kindly took | | | | | | | |
d318 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d319 | 'Tis finished, the conflict is past | | | | | | | |
d320 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d321 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d322 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d323 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d324 | To thee, let my [our] first offering [offerings] rise | | | | | | | |
d325 | Today the Savior rose | | | | | | | |
d326 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d327 | Upon a hill, a tree there stands | | | | | | | |
d328 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d329 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d330 | We are traveling home to heaven above Will you go | | | | | | | |
d331 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d332 | We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star | | | | | | | |
d333 | We who the slaves had been | | | | | | | |
d334 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d335 | We're a happy band of children | | | | | | | |
d336 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d337 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d338 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d339 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d340 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d341 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d342 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d343 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d344 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d345 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
d346 | When I with pleasing wonder stand | | | | | | | |
d347 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d348 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we] | | | | | | | |
d349 | When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale | | | | | | | |
d350 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d351 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d352 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
d353 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
d354 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d355 | While in the tender years of youth | | | | | | | |
d356 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d357 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d358 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d359 | Who will go to rear the standard | | | | | | | |
d360 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d361 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d362 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d363 | Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin | | | | | | | |
d364 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d365 | Ye falling leaves of autumn | | | | | | | |
d366 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d367 | Ye lovely bands of blooming youth | | | | | | | |
d368 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d369 | Yes, there's one place like home | | | | | | | |
d370 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d371 | Yonder comes an angel bright | | | | | | | |
d372 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d373 | Your slender boy his bark hath launched | | | | | | | |