# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | My soul in sad exile was out on life's sea | | | | | | | |
d202 | My soul is so happy in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d203 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d204 | Nearer the cross my heart can say | | | | | | | |
d205 | No beautiful chamber, no soft cradle bed | | | | | | | |
d206 | Nothing satisfies but Jesus, bread of life to mortals given | | | | | | | |
d207 | Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d208 | O Christians, sing to Christ the King | | | | | | | |
d209 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
d210 | O, could my voice make the universe | | | | | | | |
d211 | O day of rest [peace] and gladness | | | | | | | |
d212 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d213 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d214 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d215 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d216 | O I love to tell the blessed story | | | | | | | |
d217 | O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see | | | | | | | |
d218 | O Love that wilt [will] not let me go | | | | | | | |
d219 | O Pilgrim bound for the heavenly land | | | | | | | |
d220 | O sinner lost in awful sin | | | | | | | |
d221 | O sinner, remember, though fair be life's day | | | | | | | |
d222 | O sinner, weary, sick and sore | | | | | | | |
d223 | O sweet is the story of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d224 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d225 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d226 | O what a change from the darkness of night | | | | | | | |
d227 | O when shall I stand | | | | | | | |
d228 | O why have you wandered so far from the right way | | | | | | | |
d229 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
d230 | Of all the prayers that upward float [rise] | | | | | | | |
d231 | Of my old home one thing is left | | | | | | | |
d232 | Oft I have heard you sing and pray | | | | | | | |
d233 | On every side a voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d234 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d235 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d236 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d237 | One day I went into a home | | | | | | | |
d238 | One sad and lonely summer day | | | | | | | |
d239 | Only little children | | | | | | | |
d240 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d241 | Onward, little soldiers, Bravely, onward go | | | | | | | |
d242 | Open the door for the children | | | | | | | |
d243 | Praise ye the Lord, O praise Him every nation | | | | | | | |
d244 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d245 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d246 | Safe in the arms of Jesus, safe on his gentle breast | | | | | | | |
d247 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d248 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d249 | Savior, keep me ever near Thee | | | | | | | |
d250 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d251 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d252 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d253 | Shall we meet beyond the river, where the surges | | | | | | | |
d254 | Since I lost my sins, and I found my Savior | | | | | | | |
d255 | Since I started for the city over in the promised land | | | | | | | |
d256 | Sing me the song my mother sang | | | | | | | |
d257 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d258 | So precious is Jesus, my Savior, my [and] King | | | | | | | |
d259 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d260 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d261 | Some day I'll lay my armor down | | | | | | | |
d262 | Some day I'll reap what I have sown | | | | | | | |
d263 | Some day we'll enter heaven's gate | | | | | | | |
d264 | Some sweet day I shall enter a place | | | | | | | |
d265 | Somebody did a golden deed, proving himself | | | | | | | |
d266 | Someone will knock at the saints bright home | | | | | | | |
d267 | Sometimes the storms sweep o'er | | | | | | | |
d268 | Somewhere the sun is shining | | | | | | | |
d269 | Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
d270 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d271 | Steady, brother, steady, though the storm-winds rise | | | | | | | |
d272 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d273 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d274 | Sweet is the promise, I will not forget thee | | | | | | | |
d275 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d276 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d277 | The drop was ready, and the crowd stood | | | | | | | |
d278 | The great Physician now is near | | | | | | | |
d279 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d280 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d281 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
d282 | The Lord now stands on trial today | | | | | | | |
d283 | The love of Jesus, who can tell | | | | | | | |
d284 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d285 | The old time gospel, grand and true | | | | | | | |
d286 | The pitfalls in sin's awful path | | | | | | | |
d287 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d288 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
d289 | There are sorrowful hearts that are going your way | | | | | | | |
d290 | There is a City, I am told Where all the streets are paved with gold | | | | | | | |
d291 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d292 | There is a gate stands open wide [that stands ajar] | | | | | | | |
d293 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d294 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d295 | There is someone knocking | | | | | | | |
d296 | There was a time I know, when in the book of heaven | | | | | | | |
d297 | There will come a day, sometime | | | | | | | |
d298 | There's a beautiful far away country | | | | | | | |
d299 | There's a church in the valley by the wildwood | | | | | | | |
d300 | There's a city of light, mid the stars we are told | | | | | | | |