# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A minute, how soon it has flown | | | | | | | |
d3 | Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee with God | | | | | | | |
d4 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d5 | Almighty God, to thee belong | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d7 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
d8 | Another day has passed along | | | | | | | |
d9 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d10 | As needles point towards the pole | | | | | | | |
d11 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
d12 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
d13 | Be still, my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
d14 | Before we close our eyes tonight | | | | | | | |
d15 | Breast the wave Christian | | | | | | | |
d16 | Brethren let us walk together | | | | | | | |
d17 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
d18 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d19 | Can sinners hope for heaven | | | | | | | |
d20 | Child of frailty, when thy breast | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, blessed Spirit, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come sinner to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d25 | Count o'er those lamps of quenchless light | | | | | | | |
d26 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d27 | Do no sinful action; Speak no angry word | | | | | | | |
d28 | Eternal Spirit, God of truth | | | | | | | |
d29 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d30 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
d31 | From thy seat of mercy bending | | | | | | | |
d32 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d33 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d34 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d35 | God is in his holy temple, Thoughts of earth, be silent now | | | | | | | |
d36 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d37 | God might have made [bade] the earth bring forth | | | | | | | |
d38 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d39 | God's holy law transgressed | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hail, tranquil hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d42 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
d44 | Heal us, Immanuel, here we are [stand] | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hear we [ye] not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
d46 | Heavenward our road doth lie | | | | | | | |
d47 | Heirs of unending life | | | | | | | |
d48 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
d49 | How beautiful the setting sun | | | | | | | |
d50 | How blest is the child of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d51 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d52 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour | | | | | | | |
d53 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d54 | How good and pleasant is the sight | | | | | | | |
d55 | How happy is the humble soul | | | | | | | |
d56 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d57 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d58 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d59 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
d60 | I know my end must surely come | | | | | | | |
d61 | I leave the world, its boasted store | | | | | | | |
d62 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d63 | I may, if I but have a mind | | | | | | | |
d64 | I thank thee, O my God, who made | | | | | | | |
d65 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d66 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
d67 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
d68 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d69 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d70 | I'm not too young to love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d71 | In a modest humble mind | | | | | | | |
d72 | In each breeze that wanders free | | | | | | | |
d73 | In Isr'l's fane by silent night | | | | | | | |
d74 | In seasons of doubt and of gloom | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus appeared on earth | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jesus Christ loved little children | | | | | | | |
d78 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became | | | | | | | |
d79 | Jesus gives us true repentance | | | | | | | |
d80 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d81 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d82 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
d83 | Let Christian faith and hope dispel | | | | | | | |
d84 | Let deepest silence all around | | | | | | | |
d85 | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
d86 | Let not your heart be faint | | | | | | | |
d87 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
d88 | Little children, come to me | | | | | | | |
d89 | Little drops of water, little grains of sand | | | | | | | |
d90 | Lord, a happy child of Thine | | | | | | | |
d91 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee [fly] | | | | | | | |
d92 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
d93 | Lord, if thou thy [the] grace impart | | | | | | | |
d94 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
d95 | Lord, what I want, and still implore | | | | | | | |
d96 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
d97 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
d98 | My Father, I thank thee for sleep | | | | | | | |
d99 | My heart is resting, O my God | | | | | | | |
d100 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |