Sing, ye sons of might, O sing
Sing to the Lord some new-taught song
Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown
Sinner, approach your dying Lord
Sinners, look up, by grace forgiven
Sinners, obey the gospel word
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Soft be the gently breathing notes
Soft be your accents when ye sing
Stern winter throws his icy chains
Stretch out thy arms, O Lord, and save
Stricken, smitten, and afflicted
Such is my soul, confus'd and void
Supreme High Priest, the pilgrim's light
Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed
Sweet peace of conscience! heavenly guest
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
TAKE my poor heart just as it is
Taught as by thorns and briars, we know
Taught by long experience, Lord
Teach me to feel another's woe
Teach me what I never can
Tell me, dear Saviour, tell me why
Tell me, my soul, O tell me why
Ten thousand times ten thousand gifts
Thankless for favours from on high
That awful hour will'soon appear
That chariot, in my life's short day
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
That man no guard nor weapon needs
That solemn hour will surely come
The angels that watch'd round the tomb
The billows swell, the winds are high
The captive's cry Jehovah hears
The Christian navigates a sea
The dawning day at length appears
The day is far spent, the ev'ning is nigh
The day is far spent
The day's arrived, the fatal hour
The days how few, how short the years
The day-spring dawns, the awful hour is come
The day-spring dawns with ruddy streaks
The day, the gospel day draws near
The eagle fond her charge awakes
The festal morn, my God, is come
The fountain in its source
The glorious Lord! his Israel's hope
The God of Abraham praise
The great redeeming angel, thee
The husbandman with weeping bears
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
The Lord descendeth from above
The Lord, how fearful is his name
The Lord, how rich his comforts are
The Lord, how tender is his love
The Lord is my defence and guide
The Lord is risen indeed"
The Lord of Sabbath let us praise
The Lord our God is full of might
The Lord our God is Lord of all
The Lord proclaims his grace abroad
The Lord receives his highest praise
The Lord th' eternal sceptre rears
The Lord will happiness divine
The man in life, wherever plac'd
The man whose faith and hope are strong
The martyrs and saints of our God
The mighty frame of glorious grace →
The mighty flood that rolls along
The morning flowers display their sweets
The new-born child of gospel grace
The quiet, solitary place
The rising morn, the closing day
The saffron tints of morn appear
The saints should never be dismayed
The world may boast their knowledge vain
Thee let me bless, the faithful guide
Thee, Lord, their dwelling, thee alone
Thee, Saviour-Prince, our souls adore
There is a fountain fill'd with blood
There is a God, all nature speaks
Think, O ye, who fondly languish
Thou soft-flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream 826
Thou, who for me didst feel such pain:
Thou, who so long hast sav'd me here
Though cloudy skies and northern blasts
Though nature's strength decay
Though nature's voice you must obey
Thousands of angels at thy gate
Thrice happy soul, by special grace
Through shades and solitudes profound
Through sorrow's night, and danger's path
Thus far 'tis well, you read, you pray
Thus hath the son of Jesse said
Thy voice, great God, produc'd the spheres -
Thy wisdom, Lord, the land displays
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