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d101 | Down from the willow bough | | | | | | | |
d102 | Drooping soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
d103 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d104 | Elijah's example declares | | | | | | | |
d105 | Emptied of earth, I fain would be | | | | | | | |
d106 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d107 | Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard, Nor sense | | | | | | | |
d108 | Far, far o'er [the] hill and dell [dale] | | | | | | | |
d109 | Far on Zion's mount appearing | | | | | | | |
d110 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
d111 | Father, I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
d112 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d113 | Father, 'tis thine each day to yield | | | | | | | |
d114 | Few are thy [the] days, and full of woe | | | | | | | |
d115 | First in the morning of thy life | | | | | | | |
d116 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
d117 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d118 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d119 | From our beloved nation | | | | | | | |
d120 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d121 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d122 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d123 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d124 | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
d125 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
d126 | God loved the world, the ruined world | | | | | | | |
d127 | God made the earth surpassing fair | | | | | | | |
d128 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d129 | God of my life, how good, how wise | | | | | | | |
d130 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d131 | Gracious Lord [God], our children see | | | | | | | |
d132 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
d133 | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
d134 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
d135 | Great Heir of David's throne | | | | | | | |
d136 | Great the joy when Christians meet | | | | | | | |
d137 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d138 | Had I ten thousand gifts beside | | | | | | | |
d139 | Hail, Alpha and Omega, hail | | | | | | | |
d140 | Hail, great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
d141 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d142 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d143 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d144 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d145 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d147 | Hark, ten thousand, thousand voices Sing the song | | | | | | | |
d148 | Hark, the archangel's trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
d149 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d150 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d151 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d152 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d153 | Hasten, Savior, thine appearing | | | | | | | |
d154 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
d155 | Hear, hear, O earth, the watchmen cry | | | | | | | |
d156 | Hear what God the Lord hath [has] spoken | | | | | | | |
d157 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d158 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d159 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
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 dreadful was the curse that fell | | | | | | | |
d164 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d165 | How great the privilege | | | | | | | |
d166 | How happy are our ears | | | | | | | |
d167 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
d168 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d169 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d170 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d171 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d172 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
d173 | How prone are professors to rest on their lees | | | | | | | |
d174 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d175 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d176 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d177 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d178 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d179 | How vast the treasure we possess | | | | | | | |
d180 | How will my [thy] heart [soul] endure | | | | | | | |
d181 | I come, the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
d182 | I know that my Redeemer lives, He lives, and on the earth | | | | | | | |
d183 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d184 | I long here have wandered | | | | | | | |
d185 | I love it, I love it, and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
d186 | I love the Lord, his gracious ear | | | | | | | |
d187 | I love this pure religion | | | | | | | |
d188 | I love to see my Father's hand | | | | | | | |
d189 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d190 | I rest in Christ, the Son of God | | | | | | | |
d191 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d192 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d193 | I walk a lonely pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
d194 | I will extol thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |
d195 | If there's a time completely blest | | | | | | | |
d196 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d197 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d198 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d199 | I'm glad to know that Christ shall reign | | | | | | | |
d200 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |