# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Here, in thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d302 | Here we meet, and here we part | | | | | | | |
d303 | He's coming back to earth again | | | | | | | |
d304 | High in the heavens, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d305 | High let us swell [raise] our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
d306 | Ho, Christian, to the rescue come | | | | | | | |
d307 | Ho, everyone that is thirsty in spirit | | | | | | | |
d308 | Ho, idlers in the vineyard | | | | | | | |
d309 | Ho reapers of life's harvest | | | | | | | |
d310 | Holy as thou O lord [God] is [are] [there's] none | | | | | | | |
d311 | Home when life's rough voyage is over | | | | | | | |
d312 | Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear, Thou glorious | | | | | | | |
d313 | Hosanna, hark, the melody | | | | | | | |
d314 | Hosts joining hosts in raiment white | | | | | | | |
d315 | How beauteous on the mountains | | | | | | | |
d316 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d317 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d318 | How calmly wakes the hallowed morn | | | | | | | |
d319 | How cheering is the Christian's hope | | | | | | | |
d320 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
d321 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d322 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d323 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
d324 | How long, dear Lord, ere thou wilt come | | | | | | | |
d325 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d326 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d327 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d328 | How perfect is thy word | | | | | | | |
d329 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d330 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d331 | How precious is thy word, O God | | | | | | | |
d332 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d333 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d334 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
d335 | How sweet are the tidings | | | | | | | |
d336 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d337 | How sweet the Christian's hope to me | | | | | | | |
d338 | How swift, alas, the moments fly | | | | | | | |
d339 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d340 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
d341 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d342 | I am now looking homeward | | | | | | | |
d343 | I am waiting, ever waiting | | | | | | | |
d344 | I am waiting for the master | | | | | | | |
d345 | I bring you tidings of great joy | | | | | | | |
d346 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d347 | I have found him, O how precious Jesus now | | | | | | | |
d348 | I have found repose for my weary soul | | | | | | | |
d349 | I have given up all for Jesus this vain | | | | | | | |
d350 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d351 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d352 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d353 | I long to behold him arrayed with glory | | | | | | | |
d354 | I love the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
d355 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d356 | I love thy church, O God | | | | | | | |
d357 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d358 | I often heard a pleading voice | | | | | | | |
d359 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
d360 | I saw a wayworn traveler | | | | | | | |
d361 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |
d362 | I see the crowd in Pilate's hall | | | | | | | |
d363 | I see them on the fair, green lands | | | | | | | |
d364 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d365 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
d366 | I will follow thee, my Savior, wheresoe'er my lot | | | | | | | |
d367 | I will never, never leave thee | | | | | | | |
d368 | I will watch and wait for the morning's dawn | | | | | | | |
d369 | I would toil in the field | | | | | | | |
d370 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
d371 | If, in a temple made with hands | | | | | | | |
d372 | If, on a [the] quiet sea Toward [Towards] heaven | | | | | | | |
d373 | If we enter into glory | | | | | | | |
d374 | I'll sing of that stream, of that beautiful stream | | | | | | | |
d375 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d376 | I'm going home, the tidings come | | | | | | | |
d377 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d378 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d379 | Immortal honor, endless fame | | | | | | | |
d380 | In every trying hour | | | | | | | |
d381 | In expectation sweet | | | | | | | |
d382 | In God we trust, though dark the hour | | | | | | | |
d383 | In memory of the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
d384 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d385 | In the cold prison of a tomb | | | | | | | |
d386 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d387 | In the dark and cloudy [dreary] [gloomy] day | | | | | | | |
d388 | In the kingdom which is coming | | | | | | | |
d389 | In the midst of temptation and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d390 | In the sky that is above us | | | | | | | |
d391 | In the strength of my King | | | | | | | |
d392 | In the sun, and moon, and stars | | | | | | | |
d393 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
d394 | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | | | |
d395 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
d396 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
d397 | Into thy gracious hands I fall | | | | | | | |
d398 | Into thy storehouse, O Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
d399 | Is there on earth a nobler name | | | | | | | |
d400 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |