# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
d102 | Glory to God, the holy angels cry | | | | | | | |
d103 | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
d104 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d105 | Go to the pillow of disease | | | | | | | |
d106 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
d107 | God instructs to all talents few or many | | | | | | | |
d108 | God is a spirit, great in might | | | | | | | |
d109 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
d110 | God is goodness, wisdom, power | | | | | | | |
d111 | God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear | | | | | | | |
d112 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d113 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
d114 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d115 | Gracious Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d116 | Gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d117 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
d118 | Great God, accept our songs of praise | | | | | | | |
d119 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
d120 | Great God, as seasons disappear | | | | | | | |
d121 | Great God, our feeble efforts own | | | | | | | |
d122 | Great God, to Thee our thanks we bring | | | | | | | |
d123 | Great God, with heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d124 | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
d125 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d126 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
d127 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d128 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hail, gracious heavenly Prince | | | | | | | |
d130 | Hail, morning known among the blest | | | | | | | |
d131 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d132 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
d133 | Hallelujah, we sing to the Savior of man | | | | | | | |
d134 | Happy angels, still ye [you] dwell | | | | | | | |
d135 | Happy, happy, meet we here | | | | | | | |
d136 | Happy is he, whose early years [days] | | | | | | | |
d137 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d138 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d139 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d140 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d141 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d142 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d143 | Heavenly Father, grant thy blessing on the instructions | | | | | | | |
d144 | Hell, 'tis a word of dreadful sound | | | | | | | |
d145 | Here, gracious God, beneath thy feet | | | | | | | |
d146 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d147 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d148 | Here we throng to praise the Savior | | | | | | | |
d149 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d150 | Hosanna be the children's [people's] song | | | | | | | |
d151 | Hosannas were by children sung | | | | | | | |
d152 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d153 | How can I have my sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d154 | How dreadful to be turned away | | | | | | | |
d155 | How far I've wandered from my home | | | | | | | |
d156 | How great is our almighty God | | | | | | | |
d157 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d158 | How happy is the child who hears | | | | | | | |
d159 | How long have I to live | | | | | | | |
d160 | How long, sometimes, a day appears [the days appear] | | | | | | | |
d161 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d162 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d163 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d164 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d165 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d166 | How serious is the charge | | | | | | | |
d167 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d168 | How sweet is the day, When leaving our play | | | | | | | |
d169 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d170 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | | | |
d171 | How sweet the hour, and soft the scene | | | | | | | |
d172 | Humble praises, holy Jesus, Infant voices raise | | | | | | | |
d173 | I am young, but I must die | | | | | | | |
d174 | I ask not wealth, nor pomp, nor power | | | | | | | |
d175 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d176 | I love the blessed Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d177 | I love the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
d178 | I love to have the Sabbath come, for then I rise | | | | | | | |
d179 | I love to join the joyful play | | | | | | | |
d180 | I love to see the glowing sun | | | | | | | |
d181 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d182 | I may, if I but have a mind | | | | | | | |
d183 | I must not sin as many do, lest I lie down in sorrow | | | | | | | |
d184 | I sing the mighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d185 | I thank thee, Lord, for quiet rest | | | | | | | |
d186 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d187 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d188 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d189 | I will a little pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
d190 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d191 | If Jesus Christ was sent To save us from our sin | | | | | | | |
d192 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d193 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d194 | I'm not too young to love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d195 | In God's own house for me to play | | | | | | | |
d196 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d197 | In the stars that shine so bright | | | | | | | |
d198 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
d199 | In whom doth Jesus Christ delight | | | | | | | |
d200 | In Zion's sacred gates | | | | | | | |