Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve, 462 Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream, 101 Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold, 362 Teach me, my God and King, 302 Teach us to pray, 27 Tell me not, in mournful numbers, 310 Thanks, thanks unto God! who in mercy hath spoken, 345 Thanks to God for those who came, 166 That blessed law of Thine, 229 That might of faith, O Lord, bestow, 526 The aged sufferer waited long, 116 The breaking waves dashed high, 478 The bud will soon become a flower, 300 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers, 328 The daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean, 552 The dead are like the stars by day, 353 The dove, let loose in Eastern skies, 273 The earth all light and loveliness, 395 The fountain in its source, 240 The glorious universe around, 585 The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God, 399 The kings of old have shrine and tomb, 427 The land our fathers left to us, 436 The light pours down from heaven, 458 The Lord descended from above, 472 The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know, 247 The Lord our God is full of might, 573 The mourners came, at break of day, 347 The ocean looketh up to heaven, 85 The offerings to Thy throne which rise, 19 The past is dark with sin and shame, 187 The peace which God bestows, 164 There cometh o'er the spirit, 392 There is a book, who runs may read, 476 There is a state unknown, unseen, 357 There is a world we have not seen, 450 There's a strife we all must wage, 319 There's nothing bright above, below, 83 The saints on earth and those above, 453 The Spirit in our hearts, 194