# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A few more days of toil below | | | | | | | |
d3 | A mother may forgetful be | | | | | | | |
d4 | A parting hymn we sing Around Thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
d5 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d8 | Alone with Jesus, O how sweet, To sit | | | | | | | |
d9 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d10 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d11 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d12 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
d13 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d14 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d15 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
d16 | As we travel through the desert | | | | | | | |
d17 | As when the [a] weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
d18 | As Zion's pilgrims in accord | | | | | | | |
d19 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d20 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d21 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d22 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d23 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d24 | Beyond the sea where fadeless glories gleam | | | | | | | |
d25 | Beyond this veil I soon shall find rest | | | | | | | |
d26 | Blessed be the Lord for his love | | | | | | | |
d27 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
d28 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d29 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d30 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d31 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d32 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d33 | Cease, ye [you] mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come, let us all unite to praise | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come, O my [our] soul [souls], in sacred [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d43 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d44 | Don't you see the harbor lights | | | | | | | |
d45 | Down at the cross where my [the] Savior died | | | | | | | |
d46 | Eternal bliss, and lasting woe | | | | | | | |
d47 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d48 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d49 | Flow on, old Jordan's waves | | | | | | | |
d50 | For me to live is Christ; to die is endless gain | | | | | | | |
d51 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
d52 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d53 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d54 | Glad echoes are ringing from mountain and shore | | | | | | | |
d55 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d56 | Go forth on wings of fervent [faith and] prayer | | | | | | | |
d57 | God is the fountain whence Ten thousand blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d58 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d59 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d60 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
d61 | Happy are the people whose trust is in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d62 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d63 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d65 | Hark, what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
d66 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d67 | Help us to help each other, Lord | | | | | | | |
d68 | He's gone, the spotless soul is gone | | | | | | | |
d69 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d70 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d71 | Hopeless and outcast once we lay | | | | | | | |
d72 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d73 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d74 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d75 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d76 | How sad 'tis to part with the friends that we love | | | | | | | |
d77 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d78 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d79 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d80 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d81 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d82 | I am dwelling on the mountain where the golden sunlight | | | | | | | |
d83 | I am longing to be going for I hear | | | | | | | |
d84 | I am longing, waiting, watching | | | | | | | |
d85 | I can hear my [the] Savior calling | | | | | | | |
d86 | I gave my life for [to] thee | | | | | | | |
d87 | I have started for the kingdom, I am on my | | | | | | | |
d88 | I hear the low winds sweeping through every bush and tree | | | | | | | |
d89 | I hear the Savior say, thy strength indeed is small | | | | | | | |
d90 | I love to sing of that sweet day | | | | | | | |
d91 | I saw a wayworn traveler | | | | | | | |
d92 | I used to think that Canaan | | | | | | | |
d93 | I want to be like Jesus, and with the angels | | | | | | | |
d94 | I'll walk with Jesus alone | | | | | | | |
d95 | I'm a soldier bound for glory | | | | | | | |
d96 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d97 | I'm dying, mother, dying now | | | | | | | |
d98 | I'm glad salvation's free | | | | | | | |
d99 | I'm kneeling at the [thy] mercy seat, I'm kneeling | | | | | | | |
d100 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |