# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Hark, the bells are chiming | | | | | | | |
d102 | Hark! the herald angels sing, Jesus, the light of the world | | | | | | | |
d103 | Hark, the morning bells are ringing | | | | | | | |
d104 | Hark, the Sabbath bells are ringing Hear their echoes loud and clear | | | | | | | |
d105 | Hark, the voice of Jesus crying Who will go and work today | | | | | | | |
d106 | Hark 'tis the Shepherd's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
d107 | Hast thou heard of that wonderful Jesus | | | | | | | |
d108 | Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power | | | | | | | |
d109 | Have you had a kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d110 | He has brought me out of bondage | | | | | | | |
d111 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d112 | Heard you not that railroad whistle | | | | | | | |
d113 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, Early | | | | | | | |
d114 | Holy Spirit, dwell with me, make me holy | | | | | | | |
d115 | Holy Spirit, faithful Guide | | | | | | | |
d116 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d117 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection(s) While [when] blest with parental advice | | | | | | | |
d118 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d119 | How sweet to trust in Jesus, God's well beloved Son | | | | | | | |
d120 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d121 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
d122 | I am just from Jesus, who has cleansed my soul | | | | | | | |
d123 | I am on my way to heaven, But my children | | | | | | | |
d124 | I am saved, the Lord hath saved me | | | | | | | |
d125 | I am walking where the sahdow | | | | | | | |
d126 | I can hear my Savior calling, in the tenderest | | | | | | | |
d127 | I dreamed that the great judgment morning | | | | | | | |
d128 | I had heard my Savior's warning | | | | | | | |
d129 | I have precious news to tell | | | | | | | |
d130 | I hear the soft wind sighing | | | | | | | |
d131 | I hear thy welcome voice | | | | | | | |
d132 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d133 | I just want to tell you of Jesus | | | | | | | |
d134 | I know there's a home for the good that labor here | | | | | | | |
d135 | I long, O my Savior and God | | | | | | | |
d136 | I love, I love my Savior | | | | | | | |
d137 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d138 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d139 | I must tell Jesus all of my trials | | | | | | | |
d140 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d141 | I sat alone at midnight hour | | | | | | | |
d142 | I think, when I read that [the] sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
d143 | I want to be a worker for [with] the Lord | | | | | | | |
d144 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
d145 | I want to know more about Jesus, Who left his | | | | | | | |
d146 | I was once far away from the Savior, And as vile | | | | | | | |
d147 | I'll sing of my Savior, so loving and true | | | | | | | |
d148 | I'm a soldier bound for glory, I'm a soldier marching on | | | | | | | |
d149 | In a world of sorrow, in a world of tears | | | | | | | |
d150 | In the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d151 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d152 | In the fullness of love, Jesus came from above | | | | | | | |
d153 | In the morning early When the dew is bright | | | | | | | |
d154 | In the precious Bible is a story sweet | | | | | | | |
d155 | In the resurrection morning We will see the Savior coming | | | | | | | |
d156 | In the rifted rock I'm resting | | | | | | | |
d157 | In the shadow of the rock Let me rest | | | | | | | |
d158 | Is there a friend whose life is sad | | | | | | | |
d159 | Isr'l's hosts had perished | | | | | | | |
d160 | It may not be on the mountain [mountain's] height, Or over the stormy sea | | | | | | | |
d161 | I've seen the lightning [lightnings] [flash] flashing, And heard the thunder roll | | | | | | | |
d162 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d163 | Jerusalem, the golden, with milk and honey blest | | | | | | | |
d164 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d165 | Jesus called me as I wandered | | | | | | | |
d166 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d167 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d168 | Jesus is knocking at the door of your heart | | | | | | | |
d169 | Jesus is pleading with my [your] [thy] poor soul | | | | | | | |
d170 | Jesus is waiting, waiting for thee | | | | | | | |
d171 | Jesus, Lover of my soul, Bids me in his bosom stay | | | | | | | |
d172 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d173 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d174 | Jesus loves the children dear, loves to have them | | | | | | | |
d175 | Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d176 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d177 | Jesus said of little children | | | | | | | |
d178 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
d179 | Jesus, thou fount of truth and grace | | | | | | | |
d180 | Jesus thou hast bid me live | | | | | | | |
d181 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d182 | Kiss me, mother, kiss me gently | | | | | | | |
d183 | Laborers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
d184 | Lamb of God, to thee we sing | | | | | | | |
d185 | Launch out on the promise, my brother | | | | | | | |
d186 | Lead me gently home, Father | | | | | | | |
d187 | Leave the world of sin and dross | | | | | | | |
d188 | Let the happy voices of the children dear | | | | | | | |
d189 | Lift up O little children | | | | | | | |
d190 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
d191 | Linger no longer, Jesus is waiting | | | | | | | |
d192 | Listen, sinner, will you listen | | | | | | | |
d193 | Little by little we're building a temple | | | | | | | |
d194 | Little children can do something | | | | | | | |
d195 | Little children, come to Jesus, Hear him saying | | | | | | | |
d196 | Little children must love Jesus, He is gentle, true, and good | | | | | | | |
d197 | Little children, praise the Savior, He regards you from above | | | | | | | |
d198 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d199 | Lord, I care not for riches, neither silver nor gold | | | | | | | |
d200 | Lord, I hear thy gentle voice | | | | | | | |