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d201 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d202 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
d203 | Onward, onward, band victorious | | | | | | | |
d204 | Onward, onward, men of heaven | | | | | | | |
d205 | Our Father God who art in heaven, all hallowed | | | | | | | |
d206 | Our Savior bowed beneath the wave | | | | | | | |
d207 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d208 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
d209 | Pledge for the chieftain immortal in story | | | | | | | |
d210 | Pray on, my brethren, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d211 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d212 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d213 | Questions and doubts be heard no more | | | | | | | |
d214 | Religion is a most glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d215 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d216 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d217 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d218 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d219 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d220 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d221 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d222 | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
d223 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
d224 | See, in Jordan, John baptizing | | | | | | | |
d225 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d226 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d227 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d228 | Sinners, can you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
d229 | Sinners, repent and sin no more | | | | | | | |
d230 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d231 | Some sing the praise of rosy wine | | | | | | | |
d232 | Sons of temperance, wake to glory | | | | | | | |
d233 | Sons of Zion, wake to glory | | | | | | | |
d234 | Sound forth in tuneful numbers | | | | | | | |
d235 | Stand up for Jesus, All who lead his host | | | | | | | |
d236 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d237 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d238 | Sweet Sunday school, I love the place | | | | | | | |
d239 | Swiftly indeed our moments fly | | | | | | | |
d240 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d241 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d242 | The clarion, the clarion of freedom now sounds | | | | | | | |
d243 | The day approacheth [approaches], O my soul | | | | | | | |
d244 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d245 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d246 | The glorious time is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d247 | The gospel ship is sailing by | | | | | | | |
d248 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d249 | The judgment day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
d250 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d251 | The midnight cry in mercy sounds | | | | | | | |
d252 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d253 | The morning sun shines from the east | | | | | | | |
d254 | The old Isr'lites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
d255 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
d256 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
d257 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d258 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d259 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
d260 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d261 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d262 | There is a harp whose thrilling sound | | | | | | | |
d263 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
d264 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
d265 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d266 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d267 | There is a world of peace and pleasure | | | | | | | |
d268 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d269 | There's a Friend above all others, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d270 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d271 | There's wicked rogues in every place | | | | | | | |
d272 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
d273 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d274 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d275 | Thou very paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
d276 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d277 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d278 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d279 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d280 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d281 | Times won't be good, 'tis plain to see | | | | | | | |
d282 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d283 | 'Tis good, dear friends, to sign the pledge | | | | | | | |
d284 | 'Tis the last call of mercy that lingers for thee | | | | | | | |
d285 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d286 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d287 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
d288 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d289 | United in a peaceful band | | | | | | | |
d290 | Vain man on foolish pleasures bent | | | | | | | |
d291 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d292 | We all must speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d293 | We are marching to a blissful home | | | | | | | |
d294 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d295 | We come around thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
d296 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d297 | We welcome you, friends, to our home | | | | | | | |
d298 | Welcome, dear brethren, to this place | | | | | | | |
d299 | We're a true cold water | | | | | | | |
d300 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |