# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Father, hear, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
d102 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
d103 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
d104 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d105 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
d106 | Flee, as a bird, to your [yon] [the] mountain | | | | | | | |
d107 | Forever here my rest shall [will] be, close | | | | | | | |
d108 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
d109 | Friends of freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |
d110 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d111 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d112 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d113 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d114 | From year to year in love we meet | | | | | | | |
d115 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
d116 | Give me a draught from the crystal spring | | | | | | | |
d117 | Gladly, brothers, gladly Wake the joyous strain | | | | | | | |
d118 | Go thou, in life's fair morning | | | | | | | |
d119 | Go to thy rest, my [dear] [fair] child | | | | | | | |
d120 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d121 | God is in Heaven, [and] can he hear | | | | | | | |
d122 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d123 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d124 | Grant us, Lord, thy heavenly light | | | | | | | |
d125 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings [children sing] [here we sing] | | | | | | | |
d126 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d127 | Gushing so bright in the mornning light | | | | | | | |
d128 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d129 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d130 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d131 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d132 | Hark, the angels singing, Wake the happy morn | | | | | | | |
d133 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d134 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Children, haste without delay | | | | | | | |
d135 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d136 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d137 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
d138 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d139 | He that [who] goeth forth with weeping, Bearing [sowing] precious seed in love | | | | | | | |
d140 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d141 | Hear we [ye] not a voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
d142 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
d143 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
d144 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
d145 | Here we throng to praise the Savior | | | | | | | |
d146 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d147 | Home at last, home at last | | | | | | | |
d148 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d149 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d150 | How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour | | | | | | | |
d151 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d152 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d153 | How glorious is the land we seek | | | | | | | |
d154 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d155 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d156 | How in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
d157 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d158 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
d159 | How pleasing is thy [the] voice | | | | | | | |
d160 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d161 | How precious is the story | | | | | | | |
d162 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d163 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d164 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d165 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning [season] of rest | | | | | | | |
d166 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
d167 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d168 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d169 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d170 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d171 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d172 | How vain is all beneath the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d173 | Hushed be my murmurings | | | | | | | |
d174 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d175 | I love the Sunday school | | | | | | | |
d176 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d177 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d178 | I must not sin as many do, lest I lie down in sorrow | | | | | | | |
d179 | I ought to love my mother | | | | | | | |
d180 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d181 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
d182 | I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand | | | | | | | |
d183 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d184 | I would a youthful pilgrim be | | | | | | | |
d185 | I would not live alway, I seek not to stay | | | | | | | |
d186 | If one bright spot there is on earth | | | | | | | |
d187 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
d188 | I'll awake at dawn on the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d189 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d190 | I'll watch for thee up there | | | | | | | |
d191 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
d192 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d193 | I'm but a stranger [traveler] here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
d194 | In life's joyous morning | | | | | | | |
d195 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d196 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
d197 | In the cross of Jesus glory | | | | | | | |
d198 | In the far better land of glory and light | | | | | | | |
d199 | In the rosy light of the morning bright | | | | | | | |
d200 | In the Savior's pleasant fold | | | | | | | |