# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A gentle breeze from Eden's land | | | | | | | |
d2 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | After the blackness of midnight | | | | | | | |
d5 | After the likeness of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d6 | Almost persuaded now to believe, Almost | | | | | | | |
d7 | Another day is past, the hours | | | | | | | |
d8 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d9 | Blessed Bible, how I love it | | | | | | | |
d10 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
d11 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d12 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
d13 | Breaking through the clouds that gather | | | | | | | |
d14 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d15 | Brightly beams our Father's mercy | | | | | | | |
d16 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
d17 | Brother is life's morning clouded | | | | | | | |
d18 | By faith the cleansing blood I see | | | | | | | |
d19 | By our Father called to labor | | | | | | | |
d20 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, thou blessed Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d30 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d31 | Early dawn, early dawn | | | | | | | |
d32 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
d33 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
d34 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
d35 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
d36 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d37 | Free from the law, O happy condition | | | | | | | |
d38 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d39 | From distant lands appealing | | | | | | | |
d40 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d41 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d42 | Glad as the morning, swift as the light | | | | | | | |
d43 | Go tell the great Redeemer's love | | | | | | | |
d44 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d45 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d46 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d47 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d48 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d49 | Haste, brother, haste, for the Master is calling | | | | | | | |
d50 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power | | | | | | | |
d51 | He leadeth me, he leadeth me, How sweet | | | | | | | |
d52 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d53 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d54 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d55 | How sweet the tidings, mercy's free | | | | | | | |
d56 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d57 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d58 | I have a Savior, he's pleading in glory | | | | | | | |
d59 | I heard the blessed Savior say | | | | | | | |
d60 | I know that my Redeemer lives, O how he loves | | | | | | | |
d61 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d62 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d63 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | I saw a happy pilgrim, on Zion's shining road | | | | | | | |
d65 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d66 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
d67 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d68 | I'm not afraid to trust in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d69 | I'm standing on the mountain | | | | | | | |
d70 | In some way or other, the Lord will provide | | | | | | | |
d71 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d73 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jesus, the name high over all | | | | | | | |
d78 | Listen to the gentle promptings | | | | | | | |
d79 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
d80 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
d81 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d83 | Meet again when time [life] is o'er | | | | | | | |
d84 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d85 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
d86 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d87 | My God I am thine, what a comfort [pleasure] divine | | | | | | | |
d88 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d89 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d90 | Now to heaven our prayer [prayers] [cry] ascending | | | | | | | |
d91 | O blessed, glorious hope | | | | | | | |
d92 | O bliss of the purified [pure ones] | | | | | | | |
d93 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d94 | O had I wings like a dove, I would fly | | | | | | | |
d95 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d96 | O have you not heard of that city of light | | | | | | | |
d97 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d98 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d99 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d100 | On, though the way may be dreary | | | | | | | |