# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d102 | God forbid that I should glory | | | | | | | |
d103 | God is our refuge, tried and proved | | | | | | | |
d104 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d105 | God of all created wonder | | | | | | | |
d106 | God of our salvation, hear us | | | | | | | |
d107 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d108 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
d109 | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
d110 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d111 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d112 | Had I ten thousand gifts beside | | | | | | | |
d113 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
d114 | Hail, all you hosts of seraphs bright | | | | | | | |
d115 | Hail, God our Father, glorious King | | | | | | | |
d116 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d117 | Hail, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
d118 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d119 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d120 | Hallowed Gethsemane, Once the Savior knelt in thee | | | | | | | |
d121 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d122 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d123 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d124 | Hark, the gospel trumpet's sounding, Sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d125 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d126 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d127 | He cometh, he cometh, the ages are o'er | | | | | | | |
d128 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d129 | He has gone to the grave | | | | | | | |
d130 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d131 | Heaven, heaven is a blest region | | | | | | | |
d132 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d133 | Here will we meet the Savior's poor | | | | | | | |
d134 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d135 | Ho ye remnant oppressed scattered bruised | | | | | | | |
d136 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
d137 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d138 | How beauteous is the earth | | | | | | | |
d139 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d140 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d141 | How calm is the mind when supported by Jesus | | | | | | | |
d142 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d143 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d144 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d145 | How gracious the promise, how soothing the word | | | | | | | |
d146 | How happy are the favored few | | | | | | | |
d147 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d148 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d149 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d150 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d151 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
d152 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d153 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d154 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d155 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d156 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d157 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d158 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d159 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d160 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d161 | I have no resting place on earth | | | | | | | |
d162 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d163 | I hear the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
d164 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d165 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d166 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d167 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
d168 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
d169 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d170 | I would not weep, when passing clouds | | | | | | | |
d171 | If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart | | | | | | | |
d172 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d173 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d174 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d175 | In all my [our] [thy] ways, O God [Lord] I would acknowledge thee | | | | | | | |
d176 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d177 | Infinite loveliness is thine | | | | | | | |
d178 | Isr'l the desert trod | | | | | | | |
d179 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d180 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d181 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
d182 | Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
d183 | Jesus, I know, hath [has] died for me | | | | | | | |
d184 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d185 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d186 | Jesus, I throw my arms around | | | | | | | |
d187 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d188 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d189 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d190 | Jesus, the friend of man | | | | | | | |
d191 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d192 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
d193 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d194 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
d195 | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
d196 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d197 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d198 | Lift up your stately heads, ye doors | | | | | | | |
d199 | Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d200 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |