# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | From winter's barren clods | | | | | | | |
d102 | Gainst thee, thou holy, just and wise | | | | | | | |
d103 | Go, worship at Emmanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
d104 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d105 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d106 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
d107 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
d108 | Hail, content, pure fount of pleasure | | | | | | | |
d109 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d110 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d111 | Hail, ye followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d112 | Happy the heart where love doth reign | | | | | | | |
d113 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d114 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d115 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d116 | Hark, whence that voice | | | | | | | |
d117 | Hasten, O Lord, the latter day | | | | | | | |
d118 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d119 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d120 | Hear, O ye starving worldlings, hear | | | | | | | |
d121 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d122 | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | | | |
d123 | Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name | | | | | | | |
d124 | Hosanna to Jesus on high, Another has entered his rest | | | | | | | |
d125 | Hosanna to the King of David's ancient blood | | | | | | | |
d126 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d127 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
d128 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
d129 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d130 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
d131 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d132 | How happy, how glorious, how joyful to feel | | | | | | | |
d133 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
d134 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d135 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d136 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d137 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d138 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d139 | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
d140 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
d141 | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
d142 | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | | | |
d143 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d144 | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
d145 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
d146 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
d147 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
d148 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, who lives by angels | | | | | | | |
d149 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d150 | In God let all his saints rejoice | | | | | | | |
d151 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
d152 | In this extreme distress of soul | | | | | | | |
d153 | Is this unpleasing cup now given | | | | | | | |
d154 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
d155 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d156 | Jehovah, we adore thy name | | | | | | | |
d157 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d158 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d159 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d160 | Jesus Christ has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d161 | Jesus, let not thy grace delay | | | | | | | |
d162 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d163 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d164 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d165 | Jesus, thou omniscient Savior | | | | | | | |
d166 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
d167 | Jesus, thy gospel armor gird | | | | | | | |
d168 | Jesus, we love thy name | | | | | | | |
d169 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
d170 | Join all who love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d171 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d172 | Kindred, and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |
d173 | Know then [this] that every soul [one] is free | | | | | | | |
d174 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
d175 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d176 | Let me lie prostrate on the ground | | | | | | | |
d177 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d178 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
d179 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d180 | Let us ask the important question | | | | | | | |
d181 | Let us rise and go to Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d182 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
d183 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d184 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d185 | Long have I trod the way to hell | | | | | | | |
d186 | Look up ye saints direct your eyes | | | | | | | |
d187 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d188 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
d189 | Lord God of grace, I feel, I see | | | | | | | |
d190 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d191 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
d192 | Lord, let me never go | | | | | | | |
d193 | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
d194 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
d195 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
d196 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
d197 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d198 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d199 | 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | | | |
d200 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |