# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Lord, whither shall I flee | | | | | | | |
d102 | Luke warm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
d103 | Methinks I hear my Savior call, His pleasant voice | | | | | | | |
d104 | Mine ears delighted with the sound | | | | | | | |
d105 | My children dear, you now appear | | | | | | | |
d106 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d107 | My God above with smiles of love | | | | | | | |
d108 | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
d109 | My heart is there, I've no elsewhere | | | | | | | |
d110 | My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth | | | | | | | |
d111 | My soul, why weepest thou | | | | | | | |
d112 | No pen can write that sweet delight | | | | | | | |
d113 | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
d114 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
d115 | Now is the time, O lovely youth | | | | | | | |
d116 | Now, Lord, though we must part awhile | | | | | | | |
d117 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
d118 | Now while we do begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d119 | Now who are they who dare to say | | | | | | | |
d120 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
d121 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d122 | O happy souls, how fast you go, and leave me here behind | | | | | | | |
d123 | O now begin thy [the] heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d124 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d125 | O what a cruel wretch am I to leave my Jesus so | | | | | | | |
d126 | O what a glorious mystery, wonder, wonder, wonder | | | | | | | |
d127 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d128 | Rise, Zion, shine, thy light has come | | | | | | | |
d129 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d130 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d131 | See what a wretched state | | | | | | | |
d132 | Sin is the fatal cause of woe | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
d134 | So foolish, so absurd am I | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sprinkled with reconciling blood I dare approach thy throne, O God | | | | | | | |
d136 | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sure God will say, My children stay | | | | | | | |
d138 | That heart is harder than a stone | | | | | | | |
d139 | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | | | |
d140 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d141 | The God of grace to human race | | | | | | | |
d142 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
d143 | The man that views his guilt and sin | | | | | | | |
d144 | The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
d145 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d146 | The table spread my soul there spies | | | | | | | |
d147 | The tree of life my [our] soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
d148 | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
d149 | Thee will I love, my Lord, my tower | | | | | | | |
d150 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
d151 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d152 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d153 | Through all this world below | | | | | | | |
d154 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thus saith the Lord, your Master dear | | | | | | | |
d156 | Time, like an over flowing stream, sweeps | | | | | | | |
d157 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d158 | 'Tis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
d159 | Today Immanuel feeds his sheep | | | | | | | |
d160 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d161 | We in this tabernacle mourn For immortality | | | | | | | |
d162 | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
d163 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d164 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d165 | What think you [ye], my friends, of the preaching of John | | | | | | | |
d166 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d167 | When Christ shall rend from end to end | | | | | | | |
d168 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d169 | When fierce Tiberius Rome's vast empire swayed | | | | | | | |
d170 | When God on high shall magnify | | | | | | | |
d171 | When I, in darkness, destitute | | | | | | | |
d172 | When John, though a man, baptizing began | | | | | | | |
d173 | When pity prompts me to look round [around] [down] upon my [this] fellow clay | | | | | | | |
d174 | When we shall fly above the sky | | | | | | | |
d175 | While I am blest with youthful bloom [prime] | | | | | | | |
d176 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d177 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d178 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
d179 | You saints of light that shine so bright | | | | | | | |