# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | The wondering world enquires [inquires] to know | | | | | | | |
d302 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d303 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d304 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d305 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d306 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d307 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
d308 | Thou only source of true delight | | | | | | | |
d309 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d310 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
d311 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d312 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d313 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
d314 | Thus saith the Lord, your Master dear | | | | | | | |
d315 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d316 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d317 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
d318 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d319 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d320 | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
d321 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
d322 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d323 | Today is the time the offer is made | | | | | | | |
d324 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d325 | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
d326 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
d327 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d328 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d329 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d330 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
d331 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d332 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d333 | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
d334 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d335 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d336 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d337 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d338 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d339 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d340 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
d341 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d342 | When my Savior, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
d343 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d344 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d345 | When the Eternal bows the skies | | | | | | | |
d346 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
d347 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d348 | While angels thus, O Lord, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d349 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
d350 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d351 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
d352 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d353 | Why does your face, ye humble [troubled] souls | | | | | | | |
d354 | Why droops my soul [our souls] with grief [guilt] [sin] oppressed | | | | | | | |
d355 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
d356 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d357 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d358 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d359 | With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
d360 | With sovereign power, O Lord, defend Him we now to thee commend | | | | | | | |
d361 | With thee, great God, the stores of light | | | | | | | |
d362 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d363 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d364 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d365 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
d366 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
d367 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d368 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d369 | Young people all, in blooming days | | | | | | | |
d370 | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |