# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d301 | My great redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d302 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
d303 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
d304 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
d305 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
d306 | My times of sorrow and of joy Great God, are in | | | | | | | |
d307 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
d308 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d309 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
d310 | Not to the terrors of the Lord the tempest fire and smoke | | | | | | | |
d311 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d312 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
d313 | Now may the God of [grace and power] power and grace | | | | | | | |
d314 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d315 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d316 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d317 | O for one celestial ray | | | | | | | |
d318 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
d319 | O God, our Savior, let us wear | | | | | | | |
d320 | O help thy servant Lord | | | | | | | |
d321 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
d322 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
d323 | O in the morn of life | | | | | | | |
d324 | O Lord, our God, arise, The cause of truth maintain | | | | | | | |
d325 | O Lord, to us, assembled here | | | | | | | |
d326 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d327 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
d328 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
d329 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d330 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
d331 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d332 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
d333 | O 'tis delight, without alloy | | | | | | | |
d334 | O 'twas a mournful parting day | | | | | | | |
d335 | O what a mighty change shall Jesus' sufferers know | | | | | | | |
d336 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d337 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d338 | O where can the soul find relief | | | | | | | |
d339 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d340 | O ye blood washed, ransomed sinners | | | | | | | |
d341 | O Zion, tune thy voice And raise thy hands on high | | | | | | | |
d342 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d343 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d344 | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | | | |
d345 | On earth the song begins In heaven more sweet, more loud | | | | | | | |
d346 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d347 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d348 | One spark, O God, of heavenly fire | | | | | | | |
d349 | Our Savior bowed beneath the wave | | | | | | | |
d350 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d351 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d352 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d353 | Praise to the goodness of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d354 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d355 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d356 | Prince of peace be ever near me | | | | | | | |
d357 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d358 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
d359 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
d360 | Renewed by grace, we love the word | | | | | | | |
d361 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d362 | Revive thy work, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d363 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d364 | Rise, triumphant Savior, rise | | | | | | | |
d365 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d366 | Salvation through our dying God | | | | | | | |
d367 | Savior, Prince of Isr'l's race, see from Thy lofty throne | | | | | | | |
d368 | Savior, Thy law we love, Thy pure example bless | | | | | | | |
d369 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d370 | Savior, we seek the watery tomb | | | | | | | |
d371 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d372 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
d373 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d374 | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
d375 | Send thy blessing, Lord, we pray | | | | | | | |
d376 | Shine, mighty God, on this our land | | | | | | | |
d377 | Shout for the blessed Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
d378 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | | | |
d379 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d380 | Shrinking from the cold hand of death | | | | | | | |
d381 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d382 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
d383 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d384 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
d385 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d386 | Soon as the Son of God had made | | | | | | | |
d387 | Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark | | | | | | | |
d388 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d389 | Sovereign of all the worlds above | | | | | | | |
d390 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
d391 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
d392 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d393 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d394 | Strait [straight] is the way [gate], the door is strait [straight] | | | | | | | |
d395 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d396 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d397 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d398 | Swift as my fleeting days decline | | | | | | | |
d399 | Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal | | | | | | | |
d400 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |