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| d201 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
| d202 | There was an hour when Christ rejoiced | | | | | | | |
| d203 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
| d204 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
| d205 | Thou only center of my rest | | | | | | | |
| d206 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
| d207 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
| d208 | Thus did the sons of Abraham pass | | | | | | | |
| d209 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
| d210 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
| d211 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d212 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
| d213 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
| d214 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
| d215 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
| d216 | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
| d217 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
| d218 | To thee, who reignest supreme above | | | | | | | |
| d219 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d220 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
| d221 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
| d222 | Unite my roving [rising] thoughts unite | | | | | | | |
| d223 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
| d224 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
| d225 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d226 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
| d227 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
| d228 | What scenes of horror and of dread [death] | | | | | | | |
| d229 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
| d230 | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
| d231 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
| d232 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
| d233 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| d234 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
| d235 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
| d236 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
| d237 | Where are the mourners, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
| d238 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
| d239 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
| d240 | While sinners who presume to bear | | | | | | | |
| d241 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
| d242 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
| d243 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
| d244 | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
| d245 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
| d246 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
| d247 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
| d248 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
| d249 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
| d250 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
| d251 | Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
| d252 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
| d253 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
| d254 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
| d255 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
| d256 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
| d257 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
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