# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought As the | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d3 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d4 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d5 | All creatures of our God and King | | | | | | | |
d6 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d7 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d8 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
d9 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d10 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arise, my soul to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
d12 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awakened by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d15 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
d16 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
d17 | Breathe on me breath of God | | | | | | | |
d18 | Brethren, see poor sinners round you | | | | | | | |
d19 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d20 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d21 | Christians, I am on my journey | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, poor guilty, anxious mourner | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d28 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d29 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d30 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d31 | Death shall not destroy my comfort [comforts], Christ shall guide me through the gloom | | | | | | | |
d32 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d33 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
d34 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d35 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d36 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
d37 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | | | |
d38 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d39 | Farewell, farewell, to all below | | | | | | | |
d40 | Farewell, mother, tears are streaming | | | | | | | |
d41 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d42 | Farewell to sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
d43 | Fight on, ye bold soldiers, you will soon be discharged | | | | | | | |
d44 | Fight the good fight with all thy [your] might | | | | | | | |
d45 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d46 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
d47 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d48 | Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair | | | | | | | |
d49 | Go watch and pray, thou canst not tell | | | | | | | |
d50 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d51 | God send us men whose aim will [shall] ['twill] be | | | | | | | |
d52 | God, who created me | | | | | | | |
d53 | Gracious Father, hear our prayer, While the shades are stealing | | | | | | | |
d54 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
d55 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d56 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d57 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
d58 | Hark, the gospel news is sounding | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d60 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d61 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d62 | Hear what God the Lord hath [has] spoken | | | | | | | |
d63 | Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye gay [vain] ones | | | | | | | |
d64 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d65 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
d66 | Hills of the north, rejoice | | | | | | | |
d67 | How can I vent my grief | | | | | | | |
d68 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d69 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d70 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d71 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d72 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d73 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d74 | I love to think [sing] of heaven, where white robed angels are | | | | | | | |
d75 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d76 | I'll praise him while he lends [gives] me breath | | | | | | | |
d77 | I'm glad salvation's free | | | | | | | |
d78 | I'm glad that I am [was] born to die, From grief and woe | | | | | | | |
d79 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, who lives by angels | | | | | | | |
d80 | In God let all his saints rejoice | | | | | | | |
d81 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d82 | Is it true that I must lie in the graveyard | | | | | | | |
d83 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d84 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d85 | Jesus calls me, I am going | | | | | | | |
d86 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
d87 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d88 | Jesus, thou Light of life My wandering footsteps guide | | | | | | | |
d89 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d90 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d91 | Listen to the gentle promptings | | | | | | | |
d92 | Lo the gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
d93 | Lord, and am I yet alive, But [Not] in torments, not in hell | | | | | | | |
d94 | Luke warm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
d95 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d96 | My buried friends, can I forget | | | | | | | |
d97 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d98 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d99 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
d100 | My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | | | | | | | |