# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d202 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
d203 | Holy Ghost, with light [love] [power] divine | | | | | | | |
d204 | Holy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
d205 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d206 | How beauteous is the earth | | | | | | | |
d207 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d208 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d209 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d210 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d211 | How firm, how blissful is the place | | | | | | | |
d212 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d213 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d214 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d215 | How happy is the Christian's state [mind] | | | | | | | |
d216 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d217 | How long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God | | | | | | | |
d218 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
d219 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d220 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d221 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d222 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
d223 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d224 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d225 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d226 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d227 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d228 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d229 | I am a pilgrim, I am a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d230 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d231 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d232 | I have no resting place on earth | | | | | | | |
d233 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d234 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d235 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d236 | I looked upon the righteous man | | | | | | | |
d237 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d238 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d239 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
d240 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
d241 | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
d242 | I will save him yet, though he darkly strays | | | | | | | |
d243 | I would be thine, O take my heart | | | | | | | |
d244 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d245 | I would not weep alway, though many a tear | | | | | | | |
d246 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
d247 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d248 | I'm happy, I'm happy, O wondrous account | | | | | | | |
d249 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d250 | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
d251 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d252 | In all my [our] vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
d253 | In sorrow I lament | | | | | | | |
d254 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
d255 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
d256 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
d257 | Jehovah reigns his throne is high | | | | | | | |
d258 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d259 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
d260 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d261 | Jesus, immortal King, arise | | | | | | | |
d262 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
d263 | Jesus is gone above the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d264 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d265 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d266 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d267 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d268 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d269 | Jesus the Lamb of God hath bled | | | | | | | |
d270 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d271 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
d272 | Jesus, to thee I now can fly | | | | | | | |
d273 | Jesus, united by thy grace | | | | | | | |
d274 | Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d275 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d276 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d277 | Kingdoms and thrones to God belong | | | | | | | |
d278 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
d279 | Let Christians all agree | | | | | | | |
d280 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d281 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d282 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
d283 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d284 | Let vain pursuits and vain desires | | | | | | | |
d285 | Let worldly men, from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
d286 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
d287 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d288 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
d289 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d290 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
d291 | Lord, at thy feet a [we] sinner [sinners] lie [lies] | | | | | | | |
d292 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d293 | Lord, I approach the [thy] mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d294 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
d295 | Lord! I will bless thee all my days | | | | | | | |
d296 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
d297 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d298 | Lord of mercy, just and kind | | | | | | | |
d299 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d300 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |