# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
d3 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
d4 | According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility | | | | | | | |
d5 | Ah, dearest Jesus, holy Child | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | All beautiful the march of days | | | | | | | |
d8 | All creatures of our God and King | | | | | | | |
d9 | All glory, laud, and honor to thee, Redeemer, King | | | | | | | |
d10 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d11 | All my heart this night [day] rejoices | | | | | | | |
d12 | All people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice | | | | | | | |
d13 | All praise to Thee, eternal Lord | | | | | | | |
d14 | All praise to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
d15 | All the way my Savior leads me | | | | | | | |
d16 | All things are thine: no gift have we | | | | | | | |
d17 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d18 | Ancient of days, who [that] sittest enthroned [throned] in glory | | | | | | | |
d19 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
d20 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
d21 | Another year is dawning | | | | | | | |
d22 | Are ye [you] able, said the Master | | | | | | | |
d23 | Art thou weary, art thou languid | | | | | | | |
d24 | As pants the hart for cooling flood [springs] [streams] | | | | | | | |
d25 | As with gladness men of old | | | | | | | |
d26 | Ask ye [me] what great thing I know | | | | | | | |
d27 | At even ere [when] the sun was set | | | | | | | |
d28 | At length there dawns the glorious day | | | | | | | |
d29 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d30 | Away in a [the] manger, no crib | | | | | | | |
d31 | Be known to us in breaking bread | | | | | | | |
d32 | Be still, my soul, the Lord is on thy side | | | | | | | |
d33 | Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart | | | | | | | |
d34 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
d35 | Beneath the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand | | | | | | | |
d36 | Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine | | | | | | | |
d37 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d38 | Bread of [for] the world, in mercy broken | | | | | | | |
d39 | Break thou the bread of life | | | | | | | |
d40 | Breathe on me breath of God | | | | | | | |
d41 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
d42 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d43 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
d44 | Christ [God], whose glory fills the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
d45 | Christ is made the sure foundation | | | | | | | |
d46 | Christ, of the upward way, my guide divine | | | | | | | |
d47 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d48 | Christian, dost thou see them [him] | | | | | | | |
d49 | City of God, how broad and far [fair] | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come, my soul, thou [you] must be waking | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come, thou almighty King, Help us thy name to sing | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come to the Savior now, He gently calleth thee | | | | | | | |
d56 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come, ye [you] faithful, raise the strain | | | | | | | |
d58 | Come, ye [you] thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
d59 | Crown him with many crowns [thorns] | | | | | | | |
d60 | Day is dying in the west | | | | | | | |
d61 | Dear Lord and Father [Master] of mankind [us all], Forgive our foolish ways | | | | | | | |
d62 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
d63 | Draw thou my soul, O Christ | | | | | | | |
d64 | Eternal God, whose power upholds | | | | | | | |
d65 | Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all nature | | | | | | | |
d66 | Faith of our fathers, living still [faith] | | | | | | | |
d67 | Father, in thy mysterious presence kneeling | | | | | | | |
d68 | Father, lead me day by day In Thine own, Thy perfect way | | | | | | | |
d69 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d70 | Fight the good fight with all thy [your] might | | | | | | | |
d71 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
d72 | For all thy [the] saints, who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
d73 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
d74 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d75 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d76 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d77 | From ocean unto ocean, Our land shall own | | | | | | | |
d78 | From thee all skill and science flow | | | | | | | |
d79 | Gentle Mary laid her child, Lowly in a manger | | | | | | | |
d80 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d81 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d82 | Go, labor on, spend and be spent | | | | | | | |
d83 | God be with you till we meet again | | | | | | | |
d84 | God calling yet, shall I not hear | | | | | | | |
d85 | God himself is with us, Let us | | | | | | | |
d86 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d87 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d88 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
d89 | God rest you [ye] merry, gentlemen | | | | | | | |
d90 | God, the Omnipotent, King, who ordainest | | | | | | | |
d91 | God, who touchest earth with beauty | | | | | | | |
d92 | Good Christian men [friends], rejoice, with heart and soul | | | | | | | |
d93 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
d94 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d95 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
d96 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d97 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d98 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d99 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d100 | He who would valiant be | | | | | | | |