# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | God of the passing year, to thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | Great God, my early vows to thee | | | | | | | |
d103 | Great God, our heartfelt thanks to thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d105 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d106 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
d107 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d108 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d109 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d110 | Hallowed Gethsemane, Once the Savior knelt in thee | | | | | | | |
d111 | Happy spirit, released from its clay | | | | | | | |
d112 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d113 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d114 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
d115 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d116 | Hear the loud-swelling notes of the song | | | | | | | |
d117 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d118 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d119 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
d120 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d121 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d122 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
d123 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d124 | How blest is our brother | | | | | | | |
d125 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d126 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d127 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d128 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d129 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d130 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
d131 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d132 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
d133 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d134 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d135 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d136 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d137 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
d138 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d139 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d140 | I am a pilgrim, I am a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d141 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d142 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d143 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d144 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d145 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d146 | I said to my wavering heart | | | | | | | |
d147 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d148 | I would not weep alway, though many a tear | | | | | | | |
d149 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
d150 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
d151 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d152 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d153 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
d154 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d155 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d156 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
d157 | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown | | | | | | | |
d158 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
d159 | It's well with me, my husband | | | | | | | |
d160 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d161 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d162 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d163 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d164 | Jesus, I throw my arms around | | | | | | | |
d165 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d166 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d167 | Jesus, my Savior, bind me fast | | | | | | | |
d168 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d169 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
d170 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
d171 | Jesus, with truth and power divine | | | | | | | |
d172 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d173 | Launch thy bark, mariner | | | | | | | |
d174 | Let little children learn | | | | | | | |
d175 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d176 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
d177 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d178 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d179 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
d180 | Look up when sorrow wrings the heart | | | | | | | |
d181 | Lord, as the evening shades arise | | | | | | | |
d182 | Lord, I confess before thy face | | | | | | | |
d183 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d184 | Lord, in thy courts we now appear | | | | | | | |
d185 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d186 | Lord, when we bend before thy [the] throne | | | | | | | |
d187 | Lord, while the little heathen bend | | | | | | | |
d188 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d189 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
d190 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d191 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
d192 | Mourn, mourn o'er follies past | | | | | | | |
d193 | My brethren, I have found a land | | | | | | | |
d194 | My buried friends, can I forget | | | | | | | |
d195 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d196 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d197 | My father raised his trembling hand | | | | | | | |
d198 | My Father, through the valley's shade | | | | | | | |
d199 | My few revolving years, how swift they glide away | | | | | | | |
d200 | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |