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d501 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d502 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d503 | Teach me, O Lord divine, thy hand in all to see | | | | | | | |
d504 | Tender mercy, holy balm | | | | | | | |
d505 | Tenderly Jesus is calling today, wanderer | | | | | | | |
d506 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d507 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
d508 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d509 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
d510 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d511 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d512 | The Lord is King, lift up thy [your] voice, O earth | | | | | | | |
d513 | The Lord is my Rock, he's my Fortress and Deliverer | | | | | | | |
d514 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d515 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
d516 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d517 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
d518 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
d519 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d520 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d521 | The strife is o'er the battle done | | | | | | | |
d522 | The sun himself shall fade | | | | | | | |
d523 | The tempter to my soul hath said | | | | | | | |
d524 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d525 | Thee, we adore, eternal [O gracious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d526 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d527 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d528 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d529 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d530 | There is a stream, which issues forth from God's eternal Throne | | | | | | | |
d531 | There is a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
d532 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d533 | There's a land beyond the sea | | | | | | | |
d534 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d535 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d536 | There's nothing bright above, below | | | | | | | |
d537 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d538 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d539 | This is the day the first ripe sheaf | | | | | | | |
d540 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d541 | This is the glorious day | | | | | | | |
d542 | Thou art my hiding place, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d543 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
d544 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d545 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d546 | Thou, Savior, from thy throne on high | | | | | | | |
d547 | Though like the wanderer, Daylight all gone | | | | | | | |
d548 | Through the day thy love has [hath] spared us | | | | | | | |
d549 | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace | | | | | | | |
d550 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d551 | Thy kingdom, gracious Lord, shall never pass away | | | | | | | |
d552 | Thy kingdom, Lord, for ever stands | | | | | | | |
d553 | Thy will be done, In devious way | | | | | | | |
d554 | Thy word is to my feet a lamp, the way of truth to show | | | | | | | |
d555 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d556 | 'Tis God the Father we adore | | | | | | | |
d557 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d558 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d559 | 'Tis the harvest time, 'tis the harvest time | | | | | | | |
d560 | To Canaan's sacred bound we haste with songs of joy | | | | | | | |
d561 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d562 | To God the only wise, who keeps us by his word | | | | | | | |
d563 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d564 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d565 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d566 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d567 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d568 | Trusting in the loving Savior | | | | | | | |
d569 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d570 | Upward where the stars are burning | | | | | | | |
d571 | Wanderer from Jesus, weary, sad and lone | | | | | | | |
d572 | We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time | | | | | | | |
d573 | We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
d574 | We lay us calmly down to sleep | | | | | | | |
d575 | We plough [plow] the fields and scatter | | | | | | | |
d576 | We shall reach the river side | | | | | | | |
d577 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d578 | Weary with want and sin | | | | | | | |
d579 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d580 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d581 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d582 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d583 | What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone | | | | | | | |
d584 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d585 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d586 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d587 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d588 | When dreary shadows veil my skies | | | | | | | |
d589 | When God sees best, O, loving thought | | | | | | | |
d590 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d591 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d592 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d593 | When the weary seeking rest To Thy goodness | | | | | | | |
d594 | When the world is busy round me | | | | | | | |
d595 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d596 | When we the sacred grave survey | | | | | | | |
d597 | When your heart is troubled | | | | | | | |
d598 | While in sweet communion feeding | | | | | | | |
d599 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d600 | While now thy throne of grace we seek | | | | | | | |