# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d202 | Tarry with me, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
d203 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d204 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d205 | The Lord, how wondrous are his ways | | | | | | | |
d206 | The Lord is risen indeed; Now [Then] is his work performed | | | | | | | |
d207 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d208 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d209 | The sun may warm [raise] the grass to life [light] | | | | | | | |
d210 | Thee, we adore, eternal [O gracious] Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d211 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
d212 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d213 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d214 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d215 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d216 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's a beautiful land, where flowers ever bloom | | | | | | | |
d218 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d219 | Thine forever, Lord of life | | | | | | | |
d220 | This is not my [a] place of resting | | | | | | | |
d221 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d222 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d223 | Thou must go forth alone, my soul | | | | | | | |
d224 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d225 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d226 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d227 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d228 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d229 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d230 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d231 | Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, the eternal hills beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
d232 | We are coming, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d233 | We are marching on with shield and banner | | | | | | | |
d234 | We are on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d235 | We gather once more in our pleasant retreat | | | | | | | |
d236 | We lift our tuneful voices now | | | | | | | |
d237 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d238 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d239 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d240 | What can a little child like me | | | | | | | |
d241 | What did our Lord and Savior say | | | | | | | |
d242 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d243 | What though downy slumbers flee | | | | | | | |
d244 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d245 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d246 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d247 | When morning dawns with glorious light | | | | | | | |
d248 | When softly o'er the distant hills | | | | | | | |
d249 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d250 | When we in darkness walk | | | | | | | |
d251 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d252 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d253 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d254 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d255 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d256 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d257 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
d258 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
d259 | Ye hosts of heaven, ye mighty ones | | | | | | | |
d260 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |