# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d501 | This is he that came | | | | | | | |
d502 | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
d503 | Thou God of truth and love | | | | | | | |
d504 | Thou great mysterious God unknown | | | | | | | |
d505 | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
d506 | Thou seest our weakness, Lord, Our hearts are known to thee | | | | | | | |
d507 | Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes | | | | | | | |
d508 | Thou very paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
d509 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d510 | Though waves and storms go o'er my head | | | | | | | |
d511 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | | | |
d512 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d513 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d514 | Thy life I read, my dearest [blessed] [gracious)],Lord | | | | | | | |
d515 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d516 | Times without number have I prayed | | | | | | | |
d517 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d518 | 'Tis low down in that [the] beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d519 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d520 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d521 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d522 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d523 | To thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
d524 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d525 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d526 | 'Twas for our sake, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d527 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d528 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d529 | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
d530 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
d531 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d532 | Wake up [my] muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
d533 | Watched by the world's malignant eye | | | | | | | |
d534 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d535 | We have no outward righteousness | | | | | | | |
d536 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
d537 | We praise thee, O God, for the Son of thy love | | | | | | | |
d538 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d539 | Weeping sinner [sinners], dry your tears | | | | | | | |
d540 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d541 | What language now salutes the ear | | | | | | | |
d542 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d543 | What though the arm of conquering death | | | | | | | |
d544 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d545 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d546 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d547 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d548 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
d549 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d550 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d551 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
d552 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d553 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d554 | When sorrows round us roll | | | | | | | |
d555 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
d556 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d557 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d558 | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
d559 | Where are the dead, in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
d560 | Where can we hide, or whither fly | | | | | | | |
d561 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d562 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
d563 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d564 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d565 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d566 | Who but Thou, almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
d567 | Why should we boast of time to come | | | | | | | |
d568 | Why should we mourn for dying friends | | | | | | | |
d569 | Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
d570 | With glorious clouds encompassed round | | | | | | | |
d571 | With grateful hearts and tuneful lays | | | | | | | |
d572 | With joy we lift our eyes | | | | | | | |
d573 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
d574 | Woe to the men on earth who dwell | | | | | | | |
d575 | Words are things of little cost, quickly spoken, quickly lost | | | | | | | |
d576 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d577 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
d578 | Ye happy souls, how fast you go | | | | | | | |
d579 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d580 | Ye ransomed sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d581 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
d582 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
d583 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
d584 | Young men and maidens, raise | | | | | | | |
d585 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d586 | Zion [Sion] stands by [with] hills surrounded | | | | | | | |