# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d102 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
d103 | O do not let the Word depart, and close thine eyes | | | | | | | |
d104 | O father, dear father, come home | | | | | | | |
d105 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d106 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d107 | O God, I see the morning light | | | | | | | |
d108 | O God, why cast me off distressed | | | | | | | |
d109 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
d110 | O have you found my boy | | | | | | | |
d111 | O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour | | | | | | | |
d112 | O slumberer, rouse thee | | | | | | | |
d113 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d114 | O, that my heart might ever feel | | | | | | | |
d115 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d116 | O what a good time there will be | | | | | | | |
d117 | O where is now my brother dear | | | | | | | |
d118 | O'er the hill [hills] the sun is setting | | | | | | | |
d119 | On God I called with heart resigned | | | | | | | |
d120 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d121 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d122 | On with the work, O workers true | | | | | | | |
d123 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d124 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d125 | Over Jordan we shall meet | | | | | | | |
d126 | Over the valleys, hilltops and mountains | | | | | | | |
d127 | Patiently waiting the will of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d128 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
d129 | Poor and helpless, Lord, I come | | | | | | | |
d130 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d131 | Precious promise God hath given | | | | | | | |
d132 | Resist not the Spirit | | | | | | | |
d133 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d134 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sinner, awake from thy slumber | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
d138 | Stay, weary child, thy Savior calls | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sun of my soul [our souls], thou [my] [O] Savior [Father] dear | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d141 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d142 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d143 | Taste not the cup of death | | | | | | | |
d144 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
d145 | Tenderly, lovingly guarded | | | | | | | |
d146 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d147 | The church has waited long | | | | | | | |
d148 | The drop was ready, and the crowd stood | | | | | | | |
d149 | The harvest dawn is near | | | | | | | |
d150 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d151 | The nearer I keep to Jesus | | | | | | | |
d152 | The Savior invites you poor wanderer | | | | | | | |
d153 | The Spirit came in childhood | | | | | | | |
d154 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d155 | There is a line, by us unseen | | | | | | | |
d156 | There's a city of light, mid the stars we are told | | | | | | | |
d157 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
d158 | They have reached the sunny shore | | | | | | | |
d159 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d160 | Tired with the burdens of the day | | | | | | | |
d161 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
d162 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d163 | To the hills I'll lift mine eyes, whence my hope | | | | | | | |
d164 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
d165 | 'Twas in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
d166 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d167 | Twilight shades are deepening | | | | | | | |
d168 | Up to the hills I'll lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
d169 | We dedicate this parting hour | | | | | | | |
d170 | We know there's a place where the weary shall rest | | | | | | | |
d171 | We will rally round pledge | | | | | | | |
d172 | Weary, worn, sad and forsaken | | | | | | | |
d173 | We'll all gather home in the morning | | | | | | | |
d174 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
d175 | What a friend we have in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d176 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d177 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d178 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d179 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d180 | When persecutions rage around | | | | | | | |
d181 | When the faithful were assembled | | | | | | | |
d182 | When the way seems long and dreary | | | | | | | |
d183 | When we in the judgment stand | | | | | | | |
d184 | Where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
d185 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
d186 | White as snow, O what a promise | | | | | | | |
d187 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d188 | Wild, wild the storm is raging | | | | | | | |
d189 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |