# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d901 | Though now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
d902 | Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven | | | | | | | |
d903 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d904 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d905 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d906 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d907 | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
d908 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
d909 | Thy mighty working, mighty God | | | | | | | |
d910 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d911 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d912 | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
d913 | Thy works, not mine [ours], O Christ | | | | | | | |
d914 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d915 | 'Tis a pleasant thing to see | | | | | | | |
d916 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d917 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d918 | 'Tis he, the mighty Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d919 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d920 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d921 | 'Tis not that I did choose thee | | | | | | | |
d922 | 'Tis the great Father we adore | | | | | | | |
d923 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
d924 | To Calvary, Lord, in spirit now Our waiting souls repair | | | | | | | |
d925 | To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare | | | | | | | |
d926 | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d927 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
d928 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d929 | To heaven I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
d930 | To him that chose us first, before the world began | | | | | | | |
d931 | To him that [who] loved the souls [sons] of men | | | | | | | |
d932 | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
d933 | To praise our Shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
d934 | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
d935 | To thee, O dear, dear Savior, my spirit turns for rest | | | | | | | |
d936 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d937 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
d938 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d939 | Today thy mercy calls me [us] | | | | | | | |
d940 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d941 | Trembling before thine awful throne | | | | | | | |
d942 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
d943 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d944 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d945 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
d946 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
d947 | Uphold me, Lord, too prone to stray | | | | | | | |
d948 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d949 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
d950 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
d951 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d952 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
d953 | We bid thee welcome in the name of Jesus, our exalted | | | | | | | |
d954 | We bless our Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d955 | We sing his love who once was slain | | | | | | | |
d956 | We sing the praise of him who died | | | | | | | |
d957 | We sing to thee, thou Son of God | | | | | | | |
d958 | We speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
d959 | Weary of wandering from my God | | | | | | | |
d960 | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
d961 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d962 | Welcome, thou Victor in the strife | | | | | | | |
d963 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d964 | What are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d965 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
d966 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
d967 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d968 | What secret place, what distant star | | | | | | | |
d969 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d970 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d971 | What though no buds [flowers] the fig tree bear [clothe] | | | | | | | |
d972 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d973 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d974 | When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend | | | | | | | |
d975 | When bending o'er the brink of life [death] | | | | | | | |
d976 | When came in flesh the Incarnate Word | | | | | | | |
d977 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d978 | When downward to the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
d979 | When first, o'erwhelmed with sin and shame | | | | | | | |
d980 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
d981 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d982 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d983 | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | | | |
d984 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d985 | When in the hour [hours] of lonely woe | | | | | | | |
d986 | When Isr'l, of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
d987 | When Jordan hushed his [its] waters still | | | | | | | |
d988 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d989 | When like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
d990 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d991 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
d992 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d993 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d994 | When shall I Lord a journey take | | | | | | | |
d995 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d996 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d997 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
d998 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
d999 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
d1000 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |