| The Spirit of God like a fire is burning. | 120 | 
| The sun that declines in the far western &c. | 37 | 
| The towers of Zion soon shall rise | 38 | 
| The time is nigh, that happy time | 11 | 
| There’s a feast of fat things for the &c. | 46 | 
| There’s a power in the sun | 49 | 
| There is a land the Lord will bless | 44 | 
| This earth was once a garden place | 29 | 
| Though in the outward church below | 115 | 
| Thy mercy my God is the theme of my &c. | 97 | 
| To him that made the world | 23 | 
| Through all this world below | 24 [34] | 
| ’Twas on that dark and solemn night | 77 | 
| What fair one is this, from the &c. | 7 | 
| What wondrous things we now behold | 43 | 
| We’re not ashamed to own our Lord | 20 | 
| When Joseph his breth’ren beheld | 31 | 
| When earth was dress’d in beauty | 81 | 
| When restless on my bed I lie | 62 | 
| Why do we mourn for dying friends | 118 | 
| Why should we start or fear to die | 119 | 
| Yes, my native land, I love thee | 67 |