# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The world may change from old to new | | | | | | | |
d202 | There is no flock, however watched and tended | | | | | | | |
d203 | There's beauty all around our paths | | | | | | | |
d204 | They are all gone into the [a] world of light | | | | | | | |
d205 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d206 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d207 | Thou art the Way, and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
d208 | Thou dost come, all healing Lord | | | | | | | |
d209 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d210 | Thou lookest forward on the coming days | | | | | | | |
d211 | Thou unrelenting past | | | | | | | |
d212 | Thou whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard | | | | | | | |
d213 | Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll | | | | | | | |
d214 | Thy law is perfect, Lord of light | | | | | | | |
d215 | Thy name be hallowed evermore | | | | | | | |
d216 | Thy task may well seem overhard | | | | | | | |
d217 | 'Tis not the gift, but 'tis the spirit | | | | | | | |
d218 | To be resigned, when ills betide | | | | | | | |
d219 | To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
d220 | To thee, O God in heaven, this little one we bring | | | | | | | |
d221 | To thine eternal arms, O God | | | | | | | |
d222 | To weary hearts, to mourning homes | | | | | | | |
d223 | Unchangeable all perfect Lord | | | | | | | |
d224 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
d225 | We have no recollection | | | | | | | |
d226 | We have strength to mate our faith | | | | | | | |
d227 | We know 'tis Christ like to prefer | | | | | | | |
d228 | We own but what the conscience saith | | | | | | | |
d229 | We shape ourselves the joy or fear | | | | | | | |
d230 | What if the cup be bitter | | | | | | | |
d231 | What no human eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
d232 | What's hallowed ground, has earth a clod | | | | | | | |
d233 | What's that which heaven to man endears | | | | | | | |
d234 | When adverse winds and waves arise | | | | | | | |
d235 | When he, who from the scourge of wrong | | | | | | | |
d236 | When I am weak, I'm strong | | | | | | | |
d237 | When long the soul had slept in chains | | | | | | | |
d238 | When morning sunbeams round me shed | | | | | | | |
d239 | When on the midnight of the east | | | | | | | |
d240 | Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll | | | | | | | |
d241 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d242 | Why this longing, thus forever sighing | | | | | | | |
d243 | Wild was the day, the wintry sea | | | | | | | |
d244 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | | | |
d245 | Within thine altar's shade | | | | | | | |
d246 | Without haste, [and] without rest | | | | | | | |
d247 | Ye followers of the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]