# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d102 | Farewell to afflictions of earth | | | | | | | |
d103 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My home's | | | | | | | |
d104 | Farewell, we meet no more on this side of heaven | | | | | | | |
d105 | Father, by saints on earth adored | | | | | | | |
d106 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
d107 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d108 | Firmly, brethren, firmly stand | | | | | | | |
d109 | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
d110 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d111 | From earliest dawn of life | | | | | | | |
d112 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d113 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d114 | From nature's crystal fountain | | | | | | | |
d115 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d116 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d117 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d118 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
d119 | God of our life [lives], thy various praise | | | | | | | |
d120 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d121 | God of the passing year, to thee | | | | | | | |
d122 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d123 | Great God, my early vows to thee | | | | | | | |
d124 | Great God, our heartfelt thanks to thee | | | | | | | |
d125 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d126 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d127 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d128 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d130 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d131 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d132 | Hallowed Gethsemane, Once the Savior knelt in thee | | | | | | | |
d133 | Happy spirit, released from its clay | | | | | | | |
d134 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d135 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d136 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d137 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d138 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
d139 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d140 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
d141 | Hear the loud-swelling notes of the song | | | | | | | |
d142 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d143 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d144 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
d145 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d146 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d147 | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
d148 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
d149 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d150 | How blest is our brother | | | | | | | |
d151 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d152 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d153 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d154 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d155 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d156 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d157 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d158 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
d159 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d160 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
d161 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d162 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d163 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d164 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d165 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
d166 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d167 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d168 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d169 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d170 | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
d171 | I have no resting place on earth | | | | | | | |
d172 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d173 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d174 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d175 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d176 | I said to my wavering heart | | | | | | | |
d177 | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
d178 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d179 | I would not weep alway, though many a tear | | | | | | | |
d180 | If I must die, O, let me die, With hope | | | | | | | |
d181 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
d182 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d183 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d184 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d185 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d186 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d187 | In mercy, Lord, remember me | | | | | | | |
d188 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d189 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d190 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
d191 | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown | | | | | | | |
d192 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
d193 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d194 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d195 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
d196 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d197 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d198 | Jesus, I throw my arms around | | | | | | | |
d199 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d200 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |