# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d102 | How sweet is the cordial of love | | | | | | | |
d103 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d104 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d105 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d106 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d107 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d108 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
d109 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d110 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
d111 | I'm glad that I am [was] born to die, From grief and woe | | | | | | | |
d112 | I'm happy, I'm happy, O wondrous account | | | | | | | |
d113 | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
d114 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d115 | In error's ways you vainly roam | | | | | | | |
d116 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d117 | In pure and fervent devotion | | | | | | | |
d118 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d119 | In that bright world of joy above | | | | | | | |
d120 | In this glad employ | | | | | | | |
d121 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d122 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d123 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d124 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
d125 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d126 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d127 | Jesus, I throw my arms around | | | | | | | |
d128 | Jesus, our song to thee, joyful we raise | | | | | | | |
d129 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d130 | Jesus, thy love shall [can] we forget | | | | | | | |
d131 | Jesus, to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
d132 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d133 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d134 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d135 | Let us love and sing and wonder | | | | | | | |
d136 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d137 | Life let us cherish while yet the taper glows | | | | | | | |
d138 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d139 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
d140 | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
d141 | Long have I tried terrestrial joys | | | | | | | |
d142 | Love, love, love, Love for the fallen weak | | | | | | | |
d143 | Love sounds in her sighs | | | | | | | |
d144 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d145 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d146 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
d147 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d148 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d149 | My God, permit me [us] not to be a stranger | | | | | | | |
d150 | My Lord, my Life, at last to thee | | | | | | | |
d151 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
d152 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
d153 | Native land, in summer smiling | | | | | | | |
d154 | Night wraps the land where Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
d155 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d156 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
d157 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
d158 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d159 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d160 | O happy the day he was born | | | | | | | |
d161 | O how charming, O how charming is the radiant band | | | | | | | |
d162 | O Jesus, I have come to thee | | | | | | | |
d163 | O Jesus, now thy power display | | | | | | | |
d164 | O no, we cannot sing the songs made for Jehovah's Praise | | | | | | | |
d165 | O say, can you see by the truth's holy light | | | | | | | |
d166 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d167 | O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
d168 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d169 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d170 | O thou the helpless orphan's hope | | | | | | | |
d171 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d172 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d173 | O weep not for the joys that fade, Like evening lights away | | | | | | | |
d174 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d175 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d176 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
d177 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d178 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d179 | Our Father, God, and King | | | | | | | |
d180 | Our gracious Redeemer we love, His praises | | | | | | | |
d181 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d182 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d183 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Haste to Zion's | | | | | | | |
d184 | Poor, wildered, weeping heart | | | | | | | |
d185 | Praise the Savior, all ye nations | | | | | | | |
d186 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d187 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d188 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d189 | Religion is the balm of life | | | | | | | |
d190 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
d191 | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
d192 | Review the palsied sinner's case | | | | | | | |
d193 | Rise, crowned with light, imperial [great] Salem [city], rise | | | | | | | |
d194 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d195 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
d196 | Saints exult adieu to tears | | | | | | | |
d197 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d198 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d199 | See, Christian, see how time steals on | | | | | | | |
d200 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |