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d201 | Once more, O Lord, we bring | | | | | | | |
d202 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d203 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
d204 | Our Father, lend a listening ear | | | | | | | |
d205 | Past is now the time of teaching | | | | | | | |
d206 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d207 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d208 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d209 | Reposing sweetly at heaven's gate | | | | | | | |
d210 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d211 | Rich is the sacred song that swells | | | | | | | |
d212 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d213 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d214 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d215 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d216 | See the corn again in ear | | | | | | | |
d217 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
d218 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d219 | Sinners, behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d220 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
d221 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d222 | So new born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
d223 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d224 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
d225 | Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians die | | | | | | | |
d226 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d227 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d228 | Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing | | | | | | | |
d229 | Sweet Sabbath school, dear place to me | | | | | | | |
d230 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d231 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d232 | The Christian would not have his lot | | | | | | | |
d233 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d234 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d235 | The hoary frost, the fleecy snow descend | | | | | | | |
d236 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
d237 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d238 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d239 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d240 | The Lord, our God, is full of might; The winds obey | | | | | | | |
d241 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
d242 | The ravens came to feed | | | | | | | |
d243 | The rod by Moses struck | | | | | | | |
d244 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d245 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d246 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d247 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
d248 | The verdant robes that clothe the field | | | | | | | |
d249 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d250 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d251 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d252 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d253 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d254 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d255 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d256 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d257 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d258 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d259 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d260 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d261 | Thus saith the Lord, The spacious fields | | | | | | | |
d262 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d263 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d264 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d265 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d266 | 'Tis like a gleam of paradise | | | | | | | |
d267 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d268 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
d269 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
d270 | 'Twas when the sea's tremendous roar | | | | | | | |
d271 | Two youthful pilgrims on their way | | | | | | | |
d272 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d273 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d274 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d275 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d276 | We bless the Lord, the just, the [and] good Who fills our | | | | | | | |
d277 | We seem to hear a voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d278 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d279 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d280 | What if the little rain drop should say | | | | | | | |
d281 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
d282 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d283 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d284 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d285 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d286 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d287 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d288 | When brighter suns and milder skies | | | | | | | |
d289 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
d290 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d291 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d292 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d293 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d294 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d295 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d296 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d297 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d298 | When motes that dim a brother's eye | | | | | | | |
d299 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d300 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |