# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
d3 | Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God | | | | | | | |
d4 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
d5 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d6 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
d7 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
d8 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d9 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d10 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
d11 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d12 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d13 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d14 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d15 | Around the throne of God in heaven, thousands | | | | | | | |
d16 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d17 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d18 | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
d19 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d20 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d21 | Behold a lovely vine, Here in this desert | | | | | | | |
d22 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
d23 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
d24 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
d25 | Bless, O my [each] soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
d26 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d27 | Blest Comforter divine, let [whose] rays | | | | | | | |
d28 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d29 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d30 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d31 | Bright angels strike your loudest strains | | | | | | | |
d32 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d33 | Brother hast thou wandered far | | | | | | | |
d34 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
d35 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d36 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
d37 | Christian, the morn breaks sweetly [gently] o'er thee | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come, anxious sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
d43 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d44 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d45 | Come sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
d46 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
d47 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d48 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d49 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d53 | Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
d54 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d55 | Do they pray for me at home | | | | | | | |
d56 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d57 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
d58 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
d59 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d60 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
d61 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d62 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d63 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d64 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d65 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
d66 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d67 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d68 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
d69 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d70 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
d71 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d72 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d73 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d74 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
d75 | Great God, before thy throne we bow | | | | | | | |
d76 | Great God, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
d77 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d78 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d79 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d81 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d82 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d83 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d84 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d85 | Hide not thy talent in the earth | | | | | | | |
d86 | Ho ye that pant for living streams | | | | | | | |
d87 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d88 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d89 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d90 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d91 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d92 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
d93 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d94 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d95 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d96 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d97 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d98 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d99 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d100 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |