# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d202 | The sun that walks his airy way | | | | | | | |
d203 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d204 | The whole creation can afford | | | | | | | |
d205 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d206 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d207 | These emmets, how little they are in our eyes | | | | | | | |
d208 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d209 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d210 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d211 | Thou holy paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
d212 | Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme | | | | | | | |
d213 | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
d214 | Though all these things substantial seem | | | | | | | |
d215 | Though cloudy skies and northern blasts | | | | | | | |
d216 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d217 | Thrice every day on bended knee | | | | | | | |
d218 | Through all the dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
d219 | Thy piercing eye, O God, surveys | | | | | | | |
d220 | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
d221 | Time with an unwearied hand | | | | | | | |
d222 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d223 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d224 | 'Tis not too hard, too high an aim | | | | | | | |
d225 | 'Tis the voice of the sluggard | | | | | | | |
d226 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d227 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d228 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d229 | To wait for that important day | | | | | | | |
d230 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d231 | Watch not o'er these alone, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d232 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d233 | What joy, while thus I view the day | | | | | | | |
d234 | What now is my [our] object and aim | | | | | | | |
d235 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d236 | What though my frail eyelids refuse | | | | | | | |
d237 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d238 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
d239 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d240 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d241 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d242 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
d243 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d244 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d245 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d246 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d247 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
d248 | When restless on my bed I lie | | | | | | | |
d249 | When the sun with cheerful beams | | | | | | | |
d250 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
d251 | While I lived without the Lord | | | | | | | |
d252 | While in the world we still [yet] remain | | | | | | | |
d253 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d254 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d255 | Whilst lost in universal dream | | | | | | | |
d256 | Why, O my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
d257 | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
d258 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
d259 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d260 | Ye saints, whose tears now often flow | | | | | | | |
d261 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
d262 | Yes, thou art fled, and saints a welcome sing | | | | | | | |
d263 | Zion, the city of our God | | | | | | | |