# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d901 | Thy Spirit pour, O gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d902 | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
d903 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d904 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d905 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d906 | 'Tis done, the great transaction's done | | | | | | | |
d907 | 'Tis done, the important act is done | | | | | | | |
d908 | 'Tis faith supports my feeble soul | | | | | | | |
d909 | 'Tis faith that lays the sinner low | | | | | | | |
d910 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
d911 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d912 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d913 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d914 | To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our waiting souls repair | | | | | | | |
d915 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d916 | To earth descend, O holy dove | | | | | | | |
d917 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d918 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d919 | To heaven I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
d920 | To him from whom our blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d921 | To him that chose us first, before the world began | | | | | | | |
d922 | To him that [who] loved the souls [sons] of men | | | | | | | |
d923 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d924 | To Jordan's stream the Savior goes to do his Father's will | | | | | | | |
d925 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d926 | To sleep in Jesus, rapturous thought | | | | | | | |
d927 | To the heavenly land, to the heavenly | | | | | | | |
d928 | To thee this temple we devote | | | | | | | |
d929 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d930 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d931 | Transient as the hues of morning | | | | | | | |
d932 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d933 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
d934 | 'Twas God who formed [fixed] [hurled] the rolling spheres | | | | | | | |
d935 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d936 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d937 | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
d938 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
d939 | Vouchsafe, O Lord, thy presence now | | | | | | | |
d940 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d941 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d942 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d943 | Wanderer from God, return, return | | | | | | | |
d944 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d945 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d946 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d947 | We who need mercy every hour | | | | | | | |
d948 | Wearied with earthly toil and care | | | | | | | |
d949 | Weary wanderer, sad and broken | | | | | | | |
d950 | Weeping sinner [sinners], dry your tears | | | | | | | |
d951 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d952 | Welcome, O Savior, to my heart | | | | | | | |
d953 | Welcome sight, the Lord descending | | | | | | | |
d954 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d955 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d956 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d957 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d958 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d959 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d960 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d961 | What is our God or [and] what his name | | | | | | | |
d962 | What lovely band is this I see | | | | | | | |
d963 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d964 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d965 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d966 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
d967 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d968 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d969 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d970 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d971 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d972 | When at a [this] distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
d973 | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
d974 | When gloomy thoughts and fears | | | | | | | |
d975 | When God of old came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
d976 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d977 | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
d978 | When human hopes all wither | | | | | | | |
d979 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d980 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d981 | When I the holy [empty] [lonely] [vanquished] grave [tomb] survey | | | | | | | |
d982 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
d983 | When Jesus shall descend the skies | | | | | | | |
d984 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d985 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d986 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d987 | When on the cross my Savior died | | | | | | | |
d988 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d989 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d990 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
d991 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d992 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d993 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
d994 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d995 | When struggling on the bed of pain | | | | | | | |
d996 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d997 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d998 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d999 | When waves of trouble [sorrow] round me swell | | | | | | | |
d1000 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |