# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d102 | O blest Redeemer, fill my soul | | | | | | | |
d103 | O Father-eye, that hath so truly watched | | | | | | | |
d104 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
d105 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d106 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
d107 | O for a strong, a lasting faith | | | | | | | |
d108 | O know ye not that ye | | | | | | | |
d109 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
d110 | O may I prize a throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d111 | O not alone on the mount of prayer | | | | | | | |
d112 | O not alone with outward sign | | | | | | | |
d113 | O thou who hast at thy command | | | | | | | |
d114 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d115 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d116 | Open, Lord, my [mine] inward ear | | | | | | | |
d117 | Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed | | | | | | | |
d118 | Our evil actions spring From small and hidden seeds | | | | | | | |
d119 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d120 | Prayer is to God the soul's sure way | | | | | | | |
d121 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d122 | Quiet from God how beautiful to keep | | | | | | | |
d123 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
d124 | Rejoice in God [Christ] alway | | | | | | | |
d125 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
d126 | Savior, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to Thee | | | | | | | |
d127 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
d128 | See the kind [good] Shepherd, Jesus, stands | | | | | | | |
d129 | See, the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
d130 | See the shining dewdrops | | | | | | | |
d131 | Shall we grow weary in our watch | | | | | | | |
d132 | Since we can't doubt God's equal love | | | | | | | |
d133 | Sinner, what hast thou [has earth] to show | | | | | | | |
d134 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d135 | Source of my life's refreshing springs | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sweet is the time of spring | | | | | | | |
d138 | The bird that soars on highest wing | | | | | | | |
d139 | The fountain in its sources | | | | | | | |
d140 | The lambs of Jesus, who are they but children | | | | | | | |
d141 | The land our fathers left to us | | | | | | | |
d142 | The Lord attends when children pray | | | | | | | |
d143 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
d144 | The offerings to thy throne which arise | | | | | | | |
d145 | The one thing needful, that good part | | | | | | | |
d146 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d147 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d148 | There is a path that leads to | | | | | | | |
d149 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
d150 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
d151 | They who on the Lord rely | | | | | | | |
d152 | They who seek the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
d153 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
d154 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thirsting for a living spring | | | | | | | |
d156 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d157 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
d158 | Though I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy | | | | | | | |
d159 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d160 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d161 | Time with an unwearied hand | | | | | | | |
d162 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
d163 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d164 | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
d165 | Touched by the power of love divine | | | | | | | |
d166 | Tremble not, though darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d167 | True faith, producing [produces] love to God and man | | | | | | | |
d168 | Turn not from him who asks of thee | | | | | | | |
d169 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d170 | We praise and bless thee, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d171 | Well art thou leading, Guide supreme | | | | | | | |
d172 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
d173 | What if a little drop should say | | | | | | | |
d174 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d175 | What soul can reach the lofty height | | | | | | | |
d176 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d177 | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
d178 | When anxious thoughts the [my] bosom fill | | | | | | | |
d179 | When children give their hearts to God | | | | | | | |
d180 | When, for some little insult given | | | | | | | |
d181 | When I hear a sinner boasting | | | | | | | |
d182 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
d183 | When Jesus left his Father's [heavenly] throne | | | | | | | |
d184 | When, my Savior, shall I be | | | | | | | |
d185 | When the world my heart is rending | | | | | | | |
d186 | Whene'er I turn my eyes within | | | | | | | |
d187 | While I lived without the Lord | | | | | | | |
d188 | While yet the youthful spirit bears | | | | | | | |
d189 | Why should earthly beauties tear me | | | | | | | |
d190 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
d191 | Would we inward peace enjoy | | | | | | | |
d192 | Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow | | | | | | | |
d193 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d194 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |