# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d601 | Sinner [sinners] go [come], will you go | | | | | | | |
d602 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d603 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d604 | Sinners, come, no longer wander | | | | | | | |
d605 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d606 | Sleep not, soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d607 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d608 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d609 | Softly on the breath of evening | | | | | | | |
d610 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d611 | Son of God, our glorious Head | | | | | | | |
d612 | Songs of praise awoke [awake] the morn | | | | | | | |
d613 | Soon and forever the breaking of day | | | | | | | |
d614 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
d615 | Sound, sound the truth [news] abroad | | | | | | | |
d616 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
d617 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d618 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d619 | Star of morn and even | | | | | | | |
d620 | Star of peace to wanderers weary [dreary] | | | | | | | |
d621 | Stealing from the world away | | | | | | | |
d622 | Still one in life and one in death | | | | | | | |
d623 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
d624 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d625 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d626 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d627 | Sweet is the fading light of eve | | | | | | | |
d628 | Sweet is the friendly voice which [that] speaks | | | | | | | |
d629 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d630 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d631 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d632 | Take me O my Father, take me | | | | | | | |
d633 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
d634 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d635 | That clime is not like this dull clime of ours | | | | | | | |
d636 | The Almighty reigns, exalted high | | | | | | | |
d637 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | | | |
d638 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d639 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d640 | The child leans on its [his] parent's breast | | | | | | | |
d641 | The Christian banner, dread no loss | | | | | | | |
d642 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
d643 | The day is ended, Ere I sink to sleep | | | | | | | |
d644 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
d645 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d646 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
d647 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d648 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d649 | The last lovely morning, all blooming and fair | | | | | | | |
d650 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d651 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d652 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d653 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
d654 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d655 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, Let all the nations fear | | | | | | | |
d656 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d657 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d658 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d659 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d660 | The morning light returns | | | | | | | |
d661 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d662 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d663 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d664 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d665 | The sun above us gleaming is not the sun for me | | | | | | | |
d666 | The tempter to my soul hath said | | | | | | | |
d667 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d668 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d669 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d670 | There is a fold where none can stray | | | | | | | |
d671 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d672 | There is a land, a happy land, Where tears are wiped away | | | | | | | |
d673 | There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands | | | | | | | |
d674 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d675 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d676 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d677 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d678 | There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing | | | | | | | |
d679 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d680 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d681 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d682 | There's a land far away, mid the stars | | | | | | | |
d683 | There's a region above, free from sin and temptation | | | | | | | |
d684 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d685 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d686 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d687 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
d688 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d689 | This is the glorious day | | | | | | | |
d690 | This Lord is the Lord we adore | | | | | | | |
d691 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
d692 | Thou art the Way, and he who sighs | | | | | | | |
d693 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d694 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d695 | Thou God of love, beneath thy sheltering wings | | | | | | | |
d696 | Thou, Savior, from thy throne on high | | | | | | | |
d697 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d698 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
d699 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d700 | Though all the world my choice deride | | | | | | | |