# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d102 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d103 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d104 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
d105 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d106 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d107 | The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love | | | | | | | |
d108 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d109 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
d110 | The scene was more beautiful far to my [the] eye | | | | | | | |
d111 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
d112 | The song of salvation it is so divine | | | | | | | |
d113 | The spacious world promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
d114 | The trump of the gospel resounds through the land | | | | | | | |
d115 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d116 | There fell from God's favor two exiles [rebels in] of [from] Eden | | | | | | | |
d117 | There is a book, I've heard them say | | | | | | | |
d118 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d119 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
d120 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
d121 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d122 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
d123 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
d124 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d125 | There shall we reign with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d126 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
d127 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d128 | Thou changing, terrestrial state | | | | | | | |
d129 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d130 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
d131 | 'Tis low down in that [the] beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d132 | 'Tis pleasant to sing the sweet praise | | | | | | | |
d133 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d134 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
d135 | To see a pilgrim as he dies, with glory in his view | | | | | | | |
d136 | Wake [wake], isles of the south | | | | | | | |
d137 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d138 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
d139 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
d140 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d141 | What fair one is this from the wilderness | | | | | | | |
d142 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d143 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d144 | When by sin overwhelmed, shame covers my [our] face | | | | | | | |
d145 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d146 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d147 | When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale | | | | | | | |
d148 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d149 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d150 | Who will go to rear the standard | | | | | | | |
d151 | Why should I be affrighted at pestilence | | | | | | | |
d152 | Ye angels who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
d153 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d154 | Ye children of Zion that's [who are] aiming for glory | | | | | | | |
d155 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
d156 | Ye people who [that] wonder at me and my ways | | | | | | | |
d157 | Ye sons of war I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
d158 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d159 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d160 | Zion [Sion], the marvelous story be telling | | | | | | | |