# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d701 | This day thy flesh, O Christ, did bleed | | | | | | | |
d702 | This day we sing | | | | | | | |
d703 | This empty world has now too long | | | | | | | |
d704 | This homely bush doth to mine eyes expose | | | | | | | |
d705 | This is the gift, thy gift, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d706 | This is the month, and this the happy morn | | | | | | | |
d707 | This morning brings to mind, O God | | | | | | | |
d708 | This promise is to sinners made | | | | | | | |
d709 | Those, O, thrice holy three in one | | | | | | | |
d710 | Thou dost from every season, Lord | | | | | | | |
d711 | Thou God, for ever blest | | | | | | | |
d712 | Thou, God, that rulest and reignst in light | | | | | | | |
d713 | Thou gracious hearer of requests | | | | | | | |
d714 | Thou great God, now and ever blessed | | | | | | | |
d715 | Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay | | | | | | | |
d716 | Thou Lord, who raised'st heaven and earth | | | | | | | |
d717 | Thou righteous hearer of requests | | | | | | | |
d718 | Thou spreadest a weekly table, Lord | | | | | | | |
d719 | Thou that hast given so much to me | | | | | | | |
d720 | Thou the dear sinners friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
d721 | Though I am fallen from my God | | | | | | | |
d722 | Though in my limbs I crippled am | | | | | | | |
d723 | Though knowledge must be got with pain | | | | | | | |
d724 | Though princes courts defamed are | | | | | | | |
d725 | Though thousands here, ten thousands there | | | | | | | |
d726 | Though, we have got an evil name | | | | | | | |
d727 | Thy blessing, Lord, doth multiply | | | | | | | |
d728 | Thy gifts and graces manifold | | | | | | | |
d729 | Thy gifts most Holy Spirit, be | | | | | | | |
d730 | Thy Savior pressed to death, there ran | | | | | | | |
d731 | 'Tis true indeed, that for a while | | | | | | | |
d732 | To bid each other now adieu | | | | | | | |
d733 | To blaze the rising of this glorious sun | | | | | | | |
d734 | To God I'd seek in each distress | | | | | | | |
d735 | To God, with heart and cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d736 | To grace [O Lord] a marriage feast | | | | | | | |
d737 | To praise, O God, and honor thee | | | | | | | |
d738 | To praise redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d739 | To rip up God's great counsels who shall strive | | | | | | | |
d740 | To that sweet Lamb, which did sustain | | | | | | | |
d741 | To thee, the saints that in thee trust | | | | | | | |
d742 | To those that in folly | | | | | | | |
d743 | To thy apostles thou hast taught | | | | | | | |
d744 | To us our God commends his love | | | | | | | |
d745 | To yield us profit with delights | | | | | | | |
d746 | To you, dear Father, my complaaints I'll bring | | | | | | | |
d747 | Today the Lord of hosts invites | | | | | | | |
d748 | Triumphant conqueror of death and hell | | | | | | | |
d749 | True God, true life, from, by, in whom all things | | | | | | | |
d750 | Tune now yourselves, my heart strings high | | | | | | | |
d751 | Tune we our heart strings high | | | | | | | |
d752 | Turn in, my Lord, turn in to me | | | | | | | |
d753 | Turn not away the sunshine of thy face | | | | | | | |
d754 | Turn, O my soul, from Moses turn | | | | | | | |
d755 | Unfertile intricate and strange | | | | | | | |
d756 | Unfold thy face unmask the ray | | | | | | | |
d757 | Unhappy soul that thou shouldst force | | | | | | | |
d758 | Unless O Lord thy grace thy lend | | | | | | | |
d759 | Unto my spirit lend an angel's wing | | | | | | | |
d760 | Unworthy, though, O Lord, we are | | | | | | | |
d761 | Wake all my hopes, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d762 | Wake my soul, rise from this bed | | | | | | | |
d763 | Wake, O my soul, awake, and raise | | | | | | | |
d764 | We do acknowledge thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d765 | We love Thee, Lord, we praise thy name | | | | | | | |
d766 | We praise O God! we honor thee | | | | | | | |
d767 | We, whom affairs employed keep | | | | | | | |
d768 | Welcome sweet and sacred cheer | | | | | | | |
d769 | We'll praise our risen Lord | | | | | | | |
d770 | What a celestial virtue's chastity | | | | | | | |
d771 | What a gracious God have we | | | | | | | |
d772 | What hellish doubt! what cursed fear | | | | | | | |
d773 | What helps it those | | | | | | | |
d774 | What helps it to kill me each day | | | | | | | |
d775 | What I possess, or what I crave | | | | | | | |
d776 | What is there Lord | | | | | | | |
d777 | What is there, Lord, what is in me | | | | | | | |
d778 | What shall we do to thee, O God | | | | | | | |
d779 | What spring and summer did produce | | | | | | | |
d780 | What stories of their cruelty | | | | | | | |
d781 | What wondrous things do we behold | | | | | | | |
d782 | What words what voices can bring | | | | | | | |
d783 | What words, what voices can we bring | | | | | | | |
d784 | Whatever equity commands | | | | | | | |
d785 | Whatever others do intend to do | | | | | | | |
d786 | Whatever story of their cruelty | | | | | | | |
d787 | What's this morn bright eye to me | | | | | | | |
d788 | Whatsoe'er my motives were | | | | | | | |
d789 | When Achan for his lawless prize | | | | | | | |
d790 | When Adam was deceived | | | | | | | |
d791 | When blessed Marie wiped her Savior's feet | | | | | | | |
d792 | When Christ from death, to life did rise | | | | | | | |
d793 | When Christ our Lord incarnate was | | | | | | | |
d794 | When Christ unto Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d795 | When from mortality and things below | | | | | | | |
d796 | When from your dying breath I hear from you | | | | | | | |
d797 | When God at first made man | | | | | | | |
d798 | When God the first foundations laid | | | | | | | |
d799 | When hearty thanks we render not | | | | | | | |
d800 | When I begin sadly to think upon | | | | | | | |