Though now the good and evil meet
Though poor, and ignorant, and weak
Thousands when the wealthy give
Three days he groans deprived of sight
Three innocents lie buried here
Three kings expecting at his gate
Three persons there are
Thrice acceptable word
Thrice happy all who wait for thee
Thrice happy day that shall reveal
Thrice happy estate of the dead
Thrice he promised to confess
Thrice solemn, thrice repeated word
Thrice welcome word to those who live
Thro’ labour exhausted and pain
Thro’ many a night of distress
Through earth the blessing spread
Through faith our friends we bring to thee
Through false pretence of honoring Thee
Through fear of feeble man
Through fear of the self-righteous Jews
Through hope of perfect love delayed
Through Jesus our Divine high-priest
Through life’s short waking dream
Through our fiery trial, Lord
Through the ministry of man
Through the perfect righteousness
Through the pure evangelic word
Through vanity I will not tell
Through zeal for piety sincere
Throughout Jerusalem declare
Throughout my fallen soul I feel, my want
Throughout my fallen soul I feel, repentance is impossible
Throughout my fallen soul I feel, salvation is impossible
Throughout my fallen soul I feel, the strength
Throughout my fallen soul I own
Throughout my sinful soul I know
Thus in temptation I
Thus may I give, when man I praise
Thus may I humbly hide my face
Thus may I the kingdom seize
Thus may I with alternate care
Thus might I from man retreat
Thus only may I trust in man
Thus saith the Lord, the’ Almighty Lord
Thus they fill their measure up
Thus will I, Lord, Thy grace employ
Thus, Lord, throughout my life would I
Thus, O Lord, the world convince
Thy call to lay this body down
Thy call, O God, to man conveys
Thy causeless unexhausted love
Thy children, all inspir’d by me
Thy church is here with saints supplied
Thy church, O God, shall find fulfill’d
Thy confessor in deed and word
Thy counsel is, to save me now
Thy counsel, Lord, shall stand alone
Thy covenant this, that I shall know
Thy debtor at Thy feet I fall
Thy Deity to prove
Thy Divinity’s adorer
Thy faithful God, shall I
Thy Father gave Thee all mankind
Thy favour and love I prefer
Thy friends instructed are by Thee
Thy furious foes implacable
Thy garments made by hands of men
Thy glorious power, O Christ, employ
Thy God and thee who never knew
Thy goodness and Thy truth to me
Thy gracious Lord shall soon for thee
Thy great commission to fulfill
Thy hand medicinal extend
Thy hands upon our children lay
Thy hasty servant Lord, restrain
Thy judgments, Lord, in ages past
Thy killing and Thy quickening power
Thy kingdom come, with power and grace
Thy kingdom, Lord, I fain would see
Thy kingdom, Lord, we long to see
Thy land, which long lay waste and void
Thy least disciple I
Thy members must their trial take
Thy mercy grants the sinner’s
Thy mercy, Lord, is better
Thy messenger we hear
Thy name, O Christ, I bear
Thy own word I bring to Thee
Thy painful days of flesh are o’er
Thy patient in thy hands I lie
Thy people by the world abhor’d
Thy people in the wilderness
Thy people, Lord, if Thou command
Thy poor external worshipper
Thy pound hath gain’d the pounds, not I
Thy presence is the secret place
Thy previous grace, which now I feel
Thy Priests commanded to revere
Thy servant if I am indeed
Thy servant ready to depart
Thy servant, Lord, I fain would be
Thy servants, Lord, in every age
Thy Spirit’s hand apply
Thy unworthy servant, Lord
Thy weak disciple I, Jesus
Thy will be done, Thy name be blest!
Thy wisdom all my folly sees
Thy wisdom and thy light
Thy word enables me to rise
Thy word in the bare literal sense
Thy word, O God, as right and just
Thy work, O God, they will not see
Thyself Thou dost from them conceal
Thyself Thou wouldst to sinners give
Till by Thy mighty signs compell’d
Till Jesus casts the veil aside
Till Jesus come to seek and send
Till Jesus’ hand the sinner’s take
Till then preserve the faithful seed
Till Tophet takes me in
Times without number have prayed
Tired with the follies of mankind
Tis all foretold, the’ impostor’s art
Tis all my longing soul’s desire
Tis all our blessed business here
Tis all our joy, while here below
Tis done! the atoning work is done
Tis done! the sovereign will’s obey’d!
Tis finish’d He cries
Tis finish’d! ’tis past, His conflict below
Tis finish’d! all his course of pain!
Tis finish’d! the Messiah dies
Tis finish’d, ’tis done! The spirit is fled
Tis finished! O Almighty Love
Tis here my nature’s state I see
Tis not a dead external sign
Tis not a sudden stroke of grace
Tis not confin’d to time or place
Tis not enough for me to know
Tis not enough to speak for God
Tis not enough, at Thy command
Tis not for sin which Thou hast done
Tis not in foolish man
Tis not so much the bulk of grace
Tis not, O Lord, the’ eternal part
Tis now the woman’s heavenly seed
Tis of Thy mercies, Lord
Tis of Thy mercy, Lord
Tis slaughter in the outward sign
Tis there the law is void at last
Tis this essentially divides
Tis this must banish my complaints
Tis thus our fierce unrighteous foes
Tis thus the Lord His judgment shews
Tis thus the Lord my God descends
Tis thus the world in every age
Tis thus we in our manner say
Tis thus, when Satan’s instrument
To all the souls He owns for His
To all, who hallowing grace within
To be Thy ministers above
To beasts we aptly may compare
To bless me, Lord, this day begin
To bring my former sins to mind
To build this house, O Lord, display
To carry Thy disciples word
To change the soul’s ignoble taste
To Christ a wretched stranger
To Christ ascribing my success
To Christ who would not gladly give
To cure the spirit’s leprosy
To damn us by our own desires
To David’s Son and sovereign Lord
To destroy idolatry
To do, or not to do; to have
To each sinful inclination
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, glory above
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, one God
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, our thanks
To Father, Son, and Spirit
To fix the universal doom
To God in trouble I applied
To God the Creator of all
To God the great Jehovah
To groundless lies and slanders bold
To guard our guilty trembling race
To him, the Doorkeeper above
To Jesus’s name Hosanna we sing
To Judge the wretch in sin secure
To languish for his native air
To magistrates of God ordained
To make Thy truth and goodness known
To me Thy compassion extend
To me, almighty Saviour, give
To meet my God Arm’d
To men of their own knowledge proud
To my latest moment crying
To no single sect confined
To opposite extremes so prone