# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O Lord, whose kindness and whose care | | | | | | | |
d102 | O that I, like Timothy | | | | | | | |
d103 | O thou whom none hath seen or known | | | | | | | |
d104 | O thou whose providential grace | | | | | | | |
d105 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
d106 | O where are the men with virtue endowed | | | | | | | |
d107 | O world of bliss could mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
d108 | On this auspicious, happy day | | | | | | | |
d109 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
d110 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d111 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d112 | Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
d113 | Sleep by night, and cares by day | | | | | | | |
d114 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d115 | Teacher, guide of young beginners | | | | | | | |
d116 | Teacher of babes, to thee I for instruction flee | | | | | | | |
d117 | That solemn day will soon arrive | | | | | | | |
d118 | The book of nature open lies | | | | | | | |
d119 | The Christians of old, united in one | | | | | | | |
d120 | The glories, Lord, thy works proclaim | | | | | | | |
d121 | The glories of my Maker, God | | | | | | | |
d122 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d123 | The liar who the truth denies | | | | | | | |
d124 | The Lord he knows the thoughts of men | | | | | | | |
d125 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d126 | The Savior comes by prophets long foretold | | | | | | | |
d127 | The season of youth is soon past | | | | | | | |
d128 | The short lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
d129 | The starry heavens thy rule obey | | | | | | | |
d130 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
d131 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d132 | This day be grateful homage paid | | | | | | | |
d133 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d134 | Thou art, O God, a Spirit pure | | | | | | | |
d135 | Thou shalt not steal thy neighbour's right | | | | | | | |
d136 | Thou, the great eternal Lord | | | | | | | |
d137 | Though children in stature and years | | | | | | | |
d138 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
d139 | Tidings of grace now reach our ears | | | | | | | |
d140 | 'Tis but a short uncertain space [life] | | | | | | | |
d141 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d142 | To God, the Creator of all | | | | | | | |
d143 | To good averse, and prone to ill | | | | | | | |
d144 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d145 | What are all earthly blessings, Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | What blest examples do I [we] find | | | | | | | |
d147 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d148 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
d149 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d150 | When, dear Lord, ah, tell us when | | | | | | | |
d151 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d152 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
d153 | When morning comes, the birds arise | | | | | | | |
d154 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d155 | While all thy glories, O my God | | | | | | | |
d156 | While nature's voice is lifted high | | | | | | | |
d157 | Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
d158 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
d159 | Why should our parents call us good | | | | | | | |
d160 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d161 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d162 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d163 | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
d164 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |