# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d202 | O when shall I dwell in a mansion | | | | | | | |
d203 | O why not come to Jesus, why not today | | | | | | | |
d204 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d205 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d206 | One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er | | | | | | | |
d207 | One by one we are crossing the river | | | | | | | |
d208 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d209 | Our times are in thy hand, O God [Father] | | | | | | | |
d210 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
d211 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d212 | Prepare me gracious God to stand before thy face | | | | | | | |
d213 | Preserved by thine almighty power | | | | | | | |
d214 | Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming | | | | | | | |
d215 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d216 | Remember, love, who gave thee this | | | | | | | |
d217 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d218 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
d219 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d220 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d221 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d222 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d223 | Save all my children, Lord | | | | | | | |
d224 | Savior, bless the children | | | | | | | |
d225 | Savior, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
d226 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
d227 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d228 | Savior, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee | | | | | | | |
d229 | Shall I arise and go | | | | | | | |
d230 | Shall we gather at [by] the river, Where bright angel feet have trod | | | | | | | |
d231 | Shepherd of eager [tender] youth | | | | | | | |
d232 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
d233 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d234 | Singing for Jesus, singing for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d235 | Sinner, in thy deep distress | | | | | | | |
d236 | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
d237 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
d238 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
d239 | Stand by the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d240 | Stand up for Jesus, let not pride | | | | | | | |
d241 | Sweet day of rest, for thee I [I'd} wait | | | | | | | |
d242 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d243 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d244 | Sweet Sabbath bells, I love your voice | | | | | | | |
d245 | Sweetly sing the love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d246 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d247 | The beautiful summer is over | | | | | | | |
d248 | The diamond may flash its beams | | | | | | | |
d249 | The gospel ship is sailing, sailing, sailing | | | | | | | |
d250 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
d251 | The Lord attends when children pray | | | | | | | |
d252 | The morning stars were singing with joy | | | | | | | |
d253 | The rose may yield a sweet perfume | | | | | | | |
d254 | The Sabbath morn is beaming | | | | | | | |
d255 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
d256 | The Savior calls, let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
d257 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
d258 | The shadow of the Rock, Stay, pilgrim, stay | | | | | | | |
d259 | There is a city, lovelier far | | | | | | | |
d260 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d261 | There is a happy land, Far, [not] far away | | | | | | | |
d262 | There is a realm where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
d263 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d264 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d265 | There is no little child too small To work for God | | | | | | | |
d266 | There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven | | | | | | | |
d267 | There is something at all times | | | | | | | |
d268 | There's a home for the blest on the beautiful | | | | | | | |
d269 | They are going, only going, Jesus called them | | | | | | | |
d270 | This life is a battle 'gainst Satan and sin | | | | | | | |
d271 | This world is not my home, I know | | | | | | | |
d272 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
d273 | Thou sweet smiling Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
d274 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d275 | 'Tis sweet to work for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d276 | To Zion of old Christ triumphantly rode | | | | | | | |
d277 | Up and doing, little Christian | | | | | | | |
d278 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d279 | We are homeward bound to the land of light [life] and love | | | | | | | |
d280 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
d281 | We are trusting still the Master | | | | | | | |
d282 | We come, we come, dear Savior | | | | | | | |
d283 | We praise thee with songs | | | | | | | |
d284 | Weary the way the pilgrim goes | | | | | | | |
d285 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d286 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d287 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d288 | What can I give to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d289 | What is it to believe | | | | | | | |
d290 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
d291 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d292 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
d293 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d294 | When I go walking through the street | | | | | | | |
d295 | When Jesus took the little child | | | | | | | |
d296 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d297 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d298 | When the bright transfiguration | | | | | | | |
d299 | When the spark of life is waning [fading] | | | | | | | |
d300 | Where high the heavenly temple stands The house | | | | | | | |