# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d301 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d302 | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
d303 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d304 | The chariot of mercy is speeding its way | | | | | | | |
d305 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d306 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d307 | The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets | | | | | | | |
d308 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d309 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
d310 | The Lord is risen indeed; Then justice asks no more | | | | | | | |
d311 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d312 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
d313 | The Lord proclaims his power aloud | | | | | | | |
d314 | The Lord, the sovereign King hath [has] fixed his throne on high | | | | | | | |
d315 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
d316 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d317 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d318 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
d319 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
d320 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
d321 | The Savior's glorious name Forever shall endure | | | | | | | |
d322 | The Sunday school that blessed place | | | | | | | |
d323 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d324 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d325 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
d326 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d327 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d328 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d329 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d330 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d331 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
d332 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d333 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d334 | There is beauty all around when there's love at home | | | | | | | |
d335 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
d336 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d337 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
d338 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d339 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d340 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d341 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d342 | Thou Paschal Lamb, for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
d343 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d344 | Though often here we're weary, There is sweet rest above | | | | | | | |
d345 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d346 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d347 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d348 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d349 | Thy gracious presence, O my God | | | | | | | |
d350 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d351 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d352 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
d353 | To God, in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
d354 | To heaven I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
d355 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d356 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d357 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
d358 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d359 | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
d360 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d361 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d362 | Unfurl your banners and fling them to the breeze | | | | | | | |
d363 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn] | | | | | | | |
d364 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d365 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d366 | Watchmen, onward to your stations | | | | | | | |
d367 | We all, O Lord, have gone astray | | | | | | | |
d368 | We are going forth with our staff in hand | | | | | | | |
d369 | We are homeward bound to the land of light [life] and love | | | | | | | |
d370 | We are marching on with shield and banner | | | | | | | |
d371 | We are on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d372 | We are strong, we are strong Though the contest be long | | | | | | | |
d373 | Weary sinner, keep thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d374 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
d375 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d376 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d377 | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
d378 | What hath the world to equal this | | | | | | | |
d379 | What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor | | | | | | | |
d380 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d381 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d382 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d383 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d384 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d385 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d386 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d387 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d388 | When shall I hear the inward voice | | | | | | | |
d389 | When shall the voice of singing flow | | | | | | | |
d390 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d391 | Where shall the man be found | | | | | | | |
d392 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
d393 | While the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
d394 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d395 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d396 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d397 | Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array | | | | | | | |
d398 | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
d399 | Who is this stranger in distress | | | | | | | |
d400 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly [holy] place | | | | | | | |