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d201 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d202 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d203 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d204 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d205 | Our Father in the heaven, We render up to thee | | | | | | | |
d206 | Our land, O Lord, with songs of praise | | | | | | | |
d207 | Peace humble soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
d208 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d209 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d210 | Praise the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
d211 | Praise to thee, thou [our] great creator | | | | | | | |
d212 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
d213 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d214 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
d215 | Return, O blissful sun, and bring | | | | | | | |
d216 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d217 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
d218 | Rise, Sun of glory, rise | | | | | | | |
d219 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d220 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d221 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d222 | Savior, see us lowly bending | | | | | | | |
d223 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d224 | See, another year is gone | | | | | | | |
d225 | See, gracious God [Lord], before thy throne | | | | | | | |
d226 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d227 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d228 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d229 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d230 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d231 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d232 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d233 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d234 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d235 | Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
d236 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d237 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d238 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d239 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d240 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
d241 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
d242 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d243 | The lillies of the field, that quickly fade away | | | | | | | |
d244 | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
d245 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d246 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
d247 | The Lord, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
d248 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
d249 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d250 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
d251 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d252 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d253 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d254 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d255 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d256 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d257 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d258 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d259 | Thou Guardian of our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d260 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
d261 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d262 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d263 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d264 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d265 | To God I lift my [mine] eyes, from whom is all my aid | | | | | | | |
d266 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d267 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d268 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d269 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d270 | We praise thee, Lord, for that great love | | | | | | | |
d271 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d272 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d273 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d274 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d275 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d276 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d277 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d278 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d279 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d280 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d281 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d282 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d283 | When we've been there ten thousand years | | | | | | | |
d284 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
d285 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d286 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d287 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d288 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d289 | Why should this earth delight us so | | | | | | | |
d290 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d291 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d292 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d293 | Would you win a soul to God | | | | | | | |
d294 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d295 | Ye nations round [of] the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d296 | Ye who liberty revere | | | | | | | |
d297 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d298 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d299 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d300 | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |