# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d401 | The devil can self denial use | | | | | | | |
d402 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d403 | The glorious Son of God | | | | | | | |
d404 | The gospel's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d405 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
d406 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
d407 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d408 | The hour of prayer once more is come | | | | | | | |
d409 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d410 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d411 | The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love | | | | | | | |
d412 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
d413 | The Lord who rules the world's affairs | | | | | | | |
d414 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d415 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
d416 | The mighty God will not despise | | | | | | | |
d417 | The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
d418 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
d419 | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
d420 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d421 | The soul [souls] that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
d422 | The time is swiftly rolling on | | | | | | | |
d423 | The tree of life my [our] soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
d424 | The veil of night is now withdrawn | | | | | | | |
d425 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d426 | The wondering world enquires [inquires] to know | | | | | | | |
d427 | The wondrous love of Jesus from sin and death [grief] he frees us | | | | | | | |
d428 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d429 | Thee we adore, Eternal Word, the Father's equal Son | | | | | | | |
d430 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d431 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d432 | There is a holy city, A happy world above | | | | | | | |
d433 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d434 | There's no such thing as perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
d435 | This is a world of trouble and grief | | | | | | | |
d436 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d437 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d438 | This morning let my praise arise | | | | | | | |
d439 | This spacious earth is all the Lord's, And men | | | | | | | |
d440 | Thou art, O God, a Spirit pure | | | | | | | |
d441 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d442 | Thou sacred Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d443 | Thou, who for sinners once was [wast] slain | | | | | | | |
d444 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d445 | Thy church have met, O God, to hear | | | | | | | |
d446 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d447 | Thy name, how infinite they be | | | | | | | |
d448 | Thy promise, Lord, and thy command | | | | | | | |
d449 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d450 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d451 | 'Tis finished, 'tis done | | | | | | | |
d452 | 'Tis life to know the dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d453 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d454 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d455 | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
d456 | To him that chose us first, before the world began | | | | | | | |
d457 | To him who on the fatal tree | | | | | | | |
d458 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d459 | Transporting news, the Savior's come | | | | | | | |
d460 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d461 | Up, haste to Calvary, my soul | | | | | | | |
d462 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d463 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d464 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d465 | Vain man, to boast forbear | | | | | | | |
d466 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d467 | Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
d468 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d469 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
d470 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d471 | Welcome, ye well beloved of God | | | | | | | |
d472 | What is our God or [and] what his name | | | | | | | |
d473 | What lovely band is this I see | | | | | | | |
d474 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d475 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d476 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d477 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d478 | Whate'er to thee, our Lord, belongs | | | | | | | |
d479 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d480 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d481 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d482 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d483 | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
d484 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d485 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d486 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
d487 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d488 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
d489 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d490 | When my Savior, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
d491 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
d492 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
d493 | When the fierce north wind with his airy forces | | | | | | | |
d494 | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
d495 | While here on earth I'm called to stay | | | | | | | |
d496 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d497 | While sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d498 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d499 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d500 | Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight | | | | | | | |