# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | From gloomy dejection my thoughts mount the sky | | | | | | | |
d102 | From Salem's gates advancing slow | | | | | | | |
d103 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d104 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
d105 | Gay pleasures and palaces, mention them not | | | | | | | |
d106 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d107 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
d108 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d109 | Gone, gone from earth's wearisome trials | | | | | | | |
d110 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
d111 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d112 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d113 | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
d114 | Hail, thou everlasting Savior | | | | | | | |
d115 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d116 | Hark, the gospel trumpet's sounding, Sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d117 | Haste, again, ye days of grace | | | | | | | |
d118 | Haste, haste, the clouds arise | | | | | | | |
d119 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d120 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
d121 | Hear the gospel trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
d122 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d123 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
d124 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d125 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d126 | Here we suffer grief and pain; Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d127 | His vestments of righteousness | | | | | | | |
d128 | Home is sweet, home is sweet, on Canaan's happy | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d130 | How blest the place where Jesus is | | | | | | | |
d131 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d132 | How happy are the favored few | | | | | | | |
d133 | How happy are the new born race | | | | | | | |
d134 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d135 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d136 | How lovely the place where the Savior appears | | | | | | | |
d137 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d138 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
d139 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d140 | I am a poor wayfaring stranger | | | | | | | |
d141 | I am a stranger here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d142 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d143 | I am thy Redeemer, for thee I must die | | | | | | | |
d144 | I have a home beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
d145 | I have sought round the [this] verdant earth | | | | | | | |
d146 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d147 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
d148 | I left the God of truth and light | | | | | | | |
d149 | I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor | | | | | | | |
d150 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
d151 | I shall rest, I shall rest, When the Christian's | | | | | | | |
d152 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d153 | I will never, never leave thee | | | | | | | |
d154 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d155 | If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake | | | | | | | |
d156 | If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart | | | | | | | |
d157 | If, Lord [now], I have acceptance found | | | | | | | |
d158 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
d159 | I'll sing my Savior's grace | | | | | | | |
d160 | I'll try to prove faithful | | | | | | | |
d161 | I'm glad that I am [was] born to die, From grief and woe | | | | | | | |
d162 | I'm not surprised that saints do sing | | | | | | | |
d163 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
d164 | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
d165 | I'm traveling through the wilderness | | | | | | | |
d166 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d167 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d168 | In God let all his saints rejoice | | | | | | | |
d169 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d170 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d171 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
d172 | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |
d173 | In time of tribulation, hear, Lord | | | | | | | |
d174 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d175 | Jerusalem, thy mansions fair | | | | | | | |
d176 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d177 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound [sounds] | | | | | | | |
d178 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
d179 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d180 | Jesus, my Advocate on high | | | | | | | |
d181 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
d182 | Jesus, the vision [visions] of thy face | | | | | | | |
d183 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | | | |
d184 | Jesus, with kindest pity see | | | | | | | |
d185 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d186 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
d187 | King Messiah, take the throne | | | | | | | |
d188 | Let all men rejoice, by Jesus restored | | | | | | | |
d189 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d190 | Let others delight in the gambols of mirth | | | | | | | |
d191 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d192 | Let us love and sing and wonder | | | | | | | |
d193 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
d194 | Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows | | | | | | | |
d195 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d196 | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
d197 | Listen, O Zion, Jehovah hath spoken | | | | | | | |
d198 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
d199 | Lo the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
d200 | Lord, and am I yet alive, But [Not] in torments, not in hell | | | | | | | |