# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d202 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d203 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d204 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d205 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d206 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d207 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
d208 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d209 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d210 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d211 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d212 | Spare us, o Lord, aloud we pray | | | | | | | |
d213 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
d214 | Speak often to each other | | | | | | | |
d215 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d216 | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d217 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d218 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d219 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d220 | Tell me not, in mournful numbers | | | | | | | |
d221 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d222 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d223 | The dead are like the stars by day | | | | | | | |
d224 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d225 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
d226 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d227 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d228 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d229 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d230 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d231 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d232 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
d233 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d234 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d235 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d236 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d237 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d238 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d239 | There'll be something in heaven for children to do | | | | | | | |
d240 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
d241 | There's nothing round this spacious earth | | | | | | | |
d242 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d243 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d244 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d245 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d246 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d247 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d248 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d249 | 'Tis the last sun that ever will rise | | | | | | | |
d250 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d251 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d252 | Waked by the gospel's powerful [joyful] sound | | | | | | | |
d253 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | | | | | | | |
d254 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d255 | We are waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
d256 | We sing of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d257 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d258 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d259 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d260 | What is it shows my soul the way | | | | | | | |
d261 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
d262 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d263 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
d264 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d265 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d266 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d267 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d268 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d269 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d270 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d271 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d272 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d273 | When we devote our youth to God | | | | | | | |
d274 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
d275 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d276 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d277 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d278 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d279 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d280 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d281 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
d282 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d283 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
d284 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d285 | Yes, we'll meet, beyond the river | | | | | | | |
d286 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |