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| Thank God it hath resounded | 50 |
| The daylight disappeareth | 77 |
| The duteous day now closeth | 98 |
| The golden corn now waxes strong | 131 |
| The golden morning | 76 |
| The golden sunbeams with their joyous gleams | 76 |
| The Lord, the earth who ruleth | 54 |
| The mystery hidden from the eyes | 62 |
| The sun's golden beams | 76 |
| The time is very near | 57 |
| The woods are hushed; o'er town and plain | 98 |
| 166The world may rise against me round | 126 |
| Thee, O Immanuel, we praise | 110 |
| There is no condemnation | 126 |
| Thou art but man, to thee 'tis known | 67 |
| Thou art mine own, art still mine own | 50 |
| Thou must not altogether be | 38 |
| Thou on the Lord rely | 114 |
| Thou pierced and wounded brow | 86 |
| Thou seest our weakness, Lord | 114 |
| Thou'rt mine, yes, still thou art mine own | 50 |
| Thousand times by me be greeted | 40 |
| Through waves and clouds and storms | 114 |
| Thy everlasting truth | 114 |
| Thy manger is my paradise | 57 |
| Thy mighty working, mighty God | 131 |
| Thy Thanks, my Soul, be raising | 95 |
| Thy way and all thy sorrows | 114 |
| 'Tis patience must support you | 72 |
| To God commit thy griefs | 114 |
| To God thy way commending | 114 |
| To God's all-gracious heart and mind | 48 |
| To Thee, Immanuel, we sing, the Prince | 110 |
| Tranquilly lead thee, peace possessing | 74 |
| Twofold, Father, is my pray'r | 47 |