# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d302 | O wondrous type, O vision fair | | | | | | | |
d303 | O Zion, tune thy voice And raise thy hands on high | | | | | | | |
d304 | O'er the distant mountains breaking comes the reddening dawn of day | | | | | | | |
d305 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d306 | Oft in sad perplexity we wander | | | | | | | |
d307 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d308 | On wings of living light, At earliest dawn of day | | | | | | | |
d309 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d310 | Once more, my soul, thy Savior through the Word | | | | | | | |
d311 | Once more we come, God's word to hear | | | | | | | |
d312 | One thing I of the Lord desire, For all | | | | | | | |
d313 | Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war, With the cross | | | | | | | |
d314 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
d315 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
d316 | Our land, with mercies crowned | | | | | | | |
d317 | Our Lord is now rejected | | | | | | | |
d318 | Our Master has taken his journey | | | | | | | |
d319 | Out of darkness into light Jesus calls | | | | | | | |
d320 | Pass along the invitation | | | | | | | |
d321 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
d322 | Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin | | | | | | | |
d323 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d324 | Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light | | | | | | | |
d325 | Praise waits for thee in Zion, Lord | | | | | | | |
d326 | Praise ye Jehovah, sing to him a new song | | | | | | | |
d327 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d328 | Redeemed, redeemed, O sing the joyful strain | | | | | | | |
d329 | Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your light | | | | | | | |
d330 | Rescue the perishing, care for the dying | | | | | | | |
d331 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
d332 | Revive thy work, O Lord, Thy mighty arm make bare | | | | | | | |
d333 | Righteous Judge, from foes defend me | | | | | | | |
d334 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d335 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d336 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d337 | Savior, more than life to me, I am clinging | | | | | | | |
d338 | Savior, teach me, day by day, love's sweet lesson to obey | | | | | | | |
d339 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d340 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
d341 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
d342 | Show me the way, my Shepherd | | | | | | | |
d343 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d344 | Shut in with God alone | | | | | | | |
d345 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d346 | Sing Hallelujah, praise [ye] the Lord | | | | | | | |
d347 | Sing, O heavens, O earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d348 | Sing of Jesus, sing forever | | | | | | | |
d349 | Sing them over again to me, wonderful words of life | | | | | | | |
d350 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d351 | So near the cleansing fountain | | | | | | | |
d352 | Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling | | | | | | | |
d353 | Some day 'twill all be over | | | | | | | |
d354 | Sons of God, beloved in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d355 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
d356 | Spirit divine, attend our prayer [prayers] | | | | | | | |
d357 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
d358 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d359 | Stealing from the world away | | | | | | | |
d360 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d361 | Sweetly sound the words of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d362 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
d363 | Sword of God, thy power we hail | | | | | | | |
d364 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d365 | Take my life, and let it be, consecrated | | | | | | | |
d366 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
d367 | Tell it out among the heathen [nations] [people] that the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d368 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
d369 | The church of God is come | | | | | | | |
d370 | The cross, it standeth fast | | | | | | | |
d371 | The glory of the Lord, The heavens declare abroad | | | | | | | |
d372 | The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d373 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d374 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
d375 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want | | | | | | | |
d376 | The man who once has found abode within | | | | | | | |
d377 | The marriage feast is ready | | | | | | | |
d378 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d379 | The Son of God goes forth to war | | | | | | | |
d380 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d381 | The Spirit breathes upon the Word | | | | | | | |
d382 | The veil is rent lo Jesus stands | | | | | | | |
d383 | There is a fold whence none can stray | | | | | | | |
d384 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d385 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d386 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d387 | There is a name I love to hear, I love to sing [speak] its worth | | | | | | | |
d388 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d389 | There is wisdom that gold cannot buy | | | | | | | |
d390 | There shall be showers of blessing, this is the [God's] promise | | | | | | | |
d391 | There'll be showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d392 | There's a royal banner given for display | | | | | | | |
d393 | There's a wideness in God's mercy | | | | | | | |
d394 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d395 | This is the day of light | | | | | | | |
d396 | Thy loving kindness, Lord, I sing | | | | | | | |
d397 | Till he come, O let the words | | | | | | | |
d398 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d399 | To God my earnest voice I raise | | | | | | | |
d400 | To him who for our sins was slain | | | | | | | |