# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O Father, behold thy wondering child | | | | | | | |
d102 | O fly to the ark, poor soul | | | | | | | |
d103 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d104 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d105 | O how sweet when we mingle | | | | | | | |
d106 | O Jesus, we bless thee | | | | | | | |
d107 | O Lord, 'tis not enough | | | | | | | |
d108 | O may as a strain, like gentle rain | | | | | | | |
d109 | O my brother, are you weary | | | | | | | |
d110 | O my Savior, hear me, Draw me close | | | | | | | |
d111 | O prodigal, come, I am waiting | | | | | | | |
d112 | O spirit, stay, fly not | | | | | | | |
d113 | O thou blessed Jesus, hear | | | | | | | |
d114 | O thou, our Father | | | | | | | |
d115 | One more song I'll sing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d116 | Only Jesus feels and knows | | | | | | | |
d117 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d118 | Our Father has planted a beautiful tree | | | | | | | |
d119 | Our joyful notes we gladly | | | | | | | |
d120 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d121 | Prophets and sages with rapture | | | | | | | |
d122 | Revive thy work, O Lord, Now | | | | | | | |
d123 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d124 | Saving faith in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d125 | Savior, hide me when the storm | | | | | | | |
d126 | Savior, like a bird to Thee | | | | | | | |
d127 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d128 | Savior mine, I am Thine | | | | | | | |
d129 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d130 | Settled forever, sin's tremendous claim | | | | | | | |
d131 | Shall hymns of grateful love | | | | | | | |
d132 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d133 | So near to the kingdom, yet what dost thou lack | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sound the gospel trumpet | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d136 | Standing forth on [in] life's rough way | | | | | | | |
d137 | Star of the morning, beam on | | | | | | | |
d138 | Still undecided, Look to thy heart, Grieve not the Spirit | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sweet peace in believing | | | | | | | |
d141 | Ten thousand times ten thousand, in sparkling raiment | | | | | | | |
d142 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
d143 | The mansions of the blest in glorious beauty stand | | | | | | | |
d144 | The Master is calling, arise | | | | | | | |
d145 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d146 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d148 | There is pardon at the cross where my Savior died | | | | | | | |
d149 | There were ninety and nine that [who] safely lay | | | | | | | |
d150 | There's a city that looks o'er [on] the valley | | | | | | | |
d151 | There's a demon in the glass | | | | | | | |
d152 | There's a home in heaven secured | | | | | | | |
d153 | There's a land of light | | | | | | | |
d154 | There's a sweet plan of rest | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thine, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d156 | Though the time is short | | | | | | | |
d157 | Through the new Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
d158 | 'Tis faith in God that only can | | | | | | | |
d159 | 'Tis indeed, a pleasant sight | | | | | | | |
d160 | 'Tis our faith in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d161 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d162 | To God be the glory, great things He hath done | | | | | | | |
d163 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d164 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
d165 | Trust in God, my brother | | | | | | | |
d166 | We are on our way to Zion's holy hill | | | | | | | |
d167 | We welcome our friends | | | | | | | |
d168 | We will live to serve the Master | | | | | | | |
d169 | Weary sinner, heavy laden | | | | | | | |
d170 | We're marching in the army | | | | | | | |
d171 | We're saved by the blood | | | | | | | |
d172 | When, my journey past, I am | | | | | | | |
d173 | When on earth's dark | | | | | | | |
d174 | When we gather in our Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d175 | Where, where are the dear | | | | | | | |
d176 | Why unbelieving, why wilt | | | | | | | |
d177 | With grateful hearts we | | | | | | | |
d178 | With grateful hearts we | | | | | | | |
d179 | Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours | | | | | | | |
d180 | Yet there is room | | | | | | | |
d181 | Yield, O yield | | | | | | | |