# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | There comes a morn, A happy morn | | | | | | | |
d202 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d203 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d204 | There is a name of melody | | | | | | | |
d205 | There is a sacred place where peace | | | | | | | |
d206 | There is little sadness, but a lot of gladness | | | | | | | |
d207 | There is one who for me died | | | | | | | |
d208 | There is pardon, full and free | | | | | | | |
d209 | There is someone knocking at your heart's door | | | | | | | |
d210 | There was grace enough for Magdalene | | | | | | | |
d211 | There was never a cry of a sinsick soul | | | | | | | |
d212 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d213 | There's a happy land and bright | | | | | | | |
d214 | There's a land beyond the valley | | | | | | | |
d215 | There's a land of light sin can never blight | | | | | | | |
d216 | There's a land that is fairer [brighter] than day | | | | | | | |
d217 | There's no one else like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d218 | They tried my Lord and Master | | | | | | | |
d219 | This earthly house is not enduring | | | | | | | |
d220 | This promise stands forth in the word of God | | | | | | | |
d221 | Thou my everlasting portion | | | | | | | |
d222 | Though shadows dense may gather 'round | | | | | | | |
d223 | Though sometimes the storms sweep around me | | | | | | | |
d224 | Through my soul like music stealing | | | | | | | |
d225 | Through the shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
d226 | To the field with Jesus | | | | | | | |
d227 | We are not very big, we know | | | | | | | |
d228 | We are on the road to the soul's abode | | | | | | | |
d229 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d230 | We read in the book of a Savior | | | | | | | |
d231 | We shall never hear a sigh | | | | | | | |
d232 | We shall see the face of the King of grace | | | | | | | |
d233 | We're told a time is coming soon | | | | | | | |
d234 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d235 | What an anthem we shall raise | | | | | | | |
d236 | What can make the spirit pure | | | | | | | |
d237 | What hosannas we shall raise | | | | | | | |
d238 | What kind of seed are you sowing today | | | | | | | |
d239 | What lies before my soul on the morrow | | | | | | | |
d240 | What though God's servants travel as heralds | | | | | | | |
d241 | What though our pathway be shrouded in darkness | | | | | | | |
d242 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d243 | When all the storms of life are o'er | | | | | | | |
d244 | When called to the judgment at last | | | | | | | |
d245 | When darkness is hedging my way | | | | | | | |
d246 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d247 | When I reach my home eternal | | | | | | | |
d248 | When my bark has sailed across the deep | | | | | | | |
d249 | When our toil below is ended | | | | | | | |
d250 | When the cares of this life are all ended | | | | | | | |
d251 | When the clouds are dark above you | | | | | | | |
d252 | When the deep shadows linger around you | | | | | | | |
d253 | When the King awakened in His lowly grave | | | | | | | |
d254 | When the light of God shone in | | | | | | | |
d255 | When the Lord shall call His people all together 'round the throne | | | | | | | |
d256 | When the path is hard to see | | | | | | | |
d257 | When the Savior was born on that wonderful night | | | | | | | |
d258 | When the sea of life is wildest | | | | | | | |
d259 | When the shadows fall and the shepherds call | | | | | | | |
d260 | When the shepherd went seeking the wandering | | | | | | | |
d261 | When upon the clouds of heaven | | | | | | | |
d262 | When we come to the parting | | | | | | | |
d263 | When you at the footstool of mercy | | | | | | | |
d264 | Where the golden grain is waving | | | | | | | |
d265 | Why do you wait, dear brother | | | | | | | |
d266 | Wild is the tempest and dark is the sea | | | | | | | |
d267 | Wonderful gift from the Father above | | | | | | | |
d268 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d269 | You may have to bear heavy loads of care | | | | | | | |
d270 | You may sing me a song every hour of the day | | | | | | | |