# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d102 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d103 | How free the fountain flows | | | | | | | |
d104 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d105 | How often sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
d106 | How pleasant and pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
d107 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
d108 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d109 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
d110 | How prone are professors to rest on their lees | | | | | | | |
d111 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
d112 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d113 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
d114 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d115 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d116 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d117 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
d118 | How welcome to the saints [soul] [when] pressed | | | | | | | |
d119 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d120 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
d121 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d122 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d123 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
d124 | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
d125 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d126 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
d127 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
d128 | Infinite, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
d129 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
d130 | I've listed [enlisted] in the holy war | | | | | | | |
d131 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d132 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d133 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
d134 | Jesus is gone above the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d135 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
d136 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d137 | Jesus, the Lord, the glory take | | | | | | | |
d138 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
d139 | Jesus, thy far extended fame My drooping soul exults | | | | | | | |
d140 | Jesus, thy wandering sheep behold | | | | | | | |
d141 | Jesus, united by thy grace | | | | | | | |
d142 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
d143 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
d144 | Joy is a [the] fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
d145 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
d146 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
d147 | Let anxious doubts be heard no more | | | | | | | |
d148 | Let avarice from [borne] shore to shore | | | | | | | |
d149 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d150 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d151 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
d152 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
d153 | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
d154 | Lord, at the temple we appear | | | | | | | |
d155 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
d156 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
d157 | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
d158 | Lord, thou hast scourged our guilty land | | | | | | | |
d159 | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
d160 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d161 | Lord, what a heaven of saving | | | | | | | |
d162 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
d163 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d164 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
d165 | My brethren, farewell, I now do you [do you now] tell | | | | | | | |
d166 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
d167 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
d168 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d169 | My God, I know, I feel thee mine | | | | | | | |
d170 | My God inspire this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
d171 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d172 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
d173 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d174 | My God was with me all the night | | | | | | | |
d175 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
d176 | My loving fellow travelers | | | | | | | |
d177 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
d178 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
d179 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d180 | Now by the bowels [mercies] of my [our] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
d181 | Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart | | | | | | | |
d182 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
d183 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d184 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d185 | O Jesus, my Savior, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d186 | O Lord, how great is the delight | | | | | | | |
d187 | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
d188 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
d189 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
d190 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d191 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d192 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d193 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d194 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d195 | O with what pleasure we behold | | | | | | | |
d196 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d197 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d198 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d199 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d200 | Our spirits join to adore [praise] the Lamb | | | | | | | |