# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d102 | For the gospel word | | | | | | | |
d103 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
d104 | Forth in thy name [strength], O Lord, I [we] go | | | | | | | |
d105 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d106 | From all the dark places | | | | | | | |
d107 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d108 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d109 | From the harvest field there's a blessed yield | | | | | | | |
d110 | Gathering in the harvest, From valley | | | | | | | |
d111 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d112 | Give me the old, old Bible | | | | | | | |
d113 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d114 | Glory to Jesus, who died on the tree | | | | | | | |
d115 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d116 | Go forth, ye heralds, in my [his] name | | | | | | | |
d117 | Go messenger of peace and love | | | | | | | |
d118 | Go to the souls that are lost and perishing | | | | | | | |
d119 | Go, ye children of light | | | | | | | |
d120 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d121 | God is the fountain whence Ten thousand blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d122 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
d123 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d124 | God's word is full of promises | | | | | | | |
d125 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d126 | Grafted in Christ, the living vine | | | | | | | |
d127 | Great God, thy penetrating eye | | | | | | | |
d128 | Great Source of life and light | | | | | | | |
d129 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
d130 | Guide me, O my blessed Savior, Guide me o'er | | | | | | | |
d131 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d132 | Hail, great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
d133 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d134 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d135 | Hark, the gentle voice of Jesus falleth | | | | | | | |
d136 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d137 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d138 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
d139 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d140 | Harvester, harvester, gather thy sheaves | | | | | | | |
d141 | Have you looked to Jesus for his healing grace | | | | | | | |
d142 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d143 | He has finished his work | | | | | | | |
d144 | He knows the bitter, weary way | | | | | | | |
d145 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d146 | He leads us by paths we did [do] not know | | | | | | | |
d147 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
d148 | Hear the jubilant song that the seraphim sang | | | | | | | |
d149 | Hear the loving Savior calling, Open the door | | | | | | | |
d150 | Hear the Master calling, for toilers calling | | | | | | | |
d151 | Hear the voice of Jesus say, loudly crying | | | | | | | |
d152 | Hear ye not the voice of Jesus, pleading sinner | | | | | | | |
d153 | Heirs of God with Christ our King | | | | | | | |
d154 | Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear | | | | | | | |
d155 | High in the heavens, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d156 | High up in heaven are loved ones tonight | | | | | | | |
d157 | Ho reapers of life's harvest why stand with rested blade | | | | | | | |
d158 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d159 | Holy night, peaceful night | | | | | | | |
d160 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d161 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d162 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d163 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d164 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d165 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d166 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d167 | How kind is the heart of the Savior | | | | | | | |
d168 | How, O how are you living, my brother | | | | | | | |
d169 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d170 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
d171 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d172 | How rich thy favors, God of grace | | | | | | | |
d173 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d174 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d175 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d176 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d177 | I am longing for the coming of the snow-white | | | | | | | |
d178 | I am sinful, and to thee | | | | | | | |
d179 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d180 | I am the light by which men see | | | | | | | |
d181 | I am the Lord's and he is mine, Praise, O praise | | | | | | | |
d182 | I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine | | | | | | | |
d183 | I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count | | | | | | | |
d184 | I dare not idle stand | | | | | | | |
d185 | I entered once a home of care | | | | | | | |
d186 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
d187 | I have a home above, from sin and sorrow free | | | | | | | |
d188 | I have a song I love to sing, since I | | | | | | | |
d189 | I have a sweet hope that in heaven above | | | | | | | |
d190 | I have heard of a home far away | | | | | | | |
d191 | I have labored for thee, O sin | | | | | | | |
d192 | I hear a song, a song so sweet | | | | | | | |
d193 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d194 | I know a healing fountain nigh | | | | | | | |
d195 | I know I love thee better, Lord | | | | | | | |
d196 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays | | | | | | | |
d197 | I left it all with Jesus long ago | | | | | | | |
d198 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d199 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d200 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |