# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
d102 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
d103 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | God of my [our] life, to [on] thee I [we] call | | | | | | | |
d105 | God of our lives [life] thy constant care | | | | | | | |
d106 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d107 | Great is the Lord, what tongue can frame [tell] | | | | | | | |
d108 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d109 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
d110 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d111 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d112 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d113 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d114 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d115 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d116 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d117 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d118 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d119 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d120 | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | | | |
d121 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d122 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d123 | Heavenly Father, sovereign [might] Lord | | | | | | | |
d124 | He's gone, the spotless soul is gone | | | | | | | |
d125 | High in the heavens, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d126 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
d127 | High o'er the hills the mountains rise | | | | | | | |
d128 | His voice, as the sound of a dulcimer sweet | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d130 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d131 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d132 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d133 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d134 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d135 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d136 | How helpless nature lies | | | | | | | |
d137 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d138 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d139 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d140 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d141 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d142 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d143 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d144 | How sweet 'tis to think | | | | | | | |
d145 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d146 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d147 | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
d148 | I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d149 | I dreamed I was out, to the east cast mine eye | | | | | | | |
d150 | I find myself placed in a state of probation | | | | | | | |
d151 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d152 | I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor | | | | | | | |
d153 | I love the Lord for what he's done | | | | | | | |
d154 | I love to see the Lord below | | | | | | | |
d155 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d156 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d157 | I sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
d158 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d159 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d160 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d161 | I'm dying, mother, dying now | | | | | | | |
d162 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
d163 | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
d164 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d165 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
d166 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d167 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d168 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d169 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d170 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d171 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
d172 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d173 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d174 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d175 | Jesus, Master, hear me now | | | | | | | |
d176 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d177 | Jesus, refuge of my soul | | | | | | | |
d178 | Jesus, thou soul of all our joys | | | | | | | |
d179 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
d180 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d181 | Let every creature join To praise the eternal God | | | | | | | |
d182 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d183 | Let me go to my home in the far distant west | | | | | | | |
d184 | Let not despair nor fell revenge | | | | | | | |
d185 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d186 | Lift up your hearts to things above | | | | | | | |
d187 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
d188 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
d189 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
d190 | Look ye saints the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
d191 | Lord, hear the voice of my complaint | | | | | | | |
d192 | Lord, I approach the [thy] mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d193 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d194 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d195 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
d196 | Lord of mercy and of might, of mankind | | | | | | | |
d197 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
d198 | Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove | | | | | | | |
d199 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
d200 | Loud roars the wind, and wild the tide | | | | | | | |