# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d201 | Great judge of all, how we vile creatures quake | | | | | | | |
d202 | Great king of glory, who are dressed | | | | | | | |
d203 | Great King of peace, be pleased to send | | | | | | | |
d204 | Great Lord of time, great king of heaven | | | | | | | |
d205 | Great Lord of wonders, thou by whom | | | | | | | |
d206 | Great Monarch of the world, disclose | | | | | | | |
d207 | Great [O] Lord thy favor was | | | | | | | |
d208 | Great Prince of Peace, whose kingdom brings | | | | | | | |
d209 | Great Shepherd of my soul, thy hand | | | | | | | |
d210 | Great Son of the eternal God | | | | | | | |
d211 | Great spring, from whence all mercy flows | | | | | | | |
d212 | Great without controversy, great | | | | | | | |
d213 | Hallelujah: Hark how ye joyfull heavens rebound | | | | | | | |
d214 | Hallelujah, now I sing | | | | | | | |
d215 | Han, som har hjulpet hidindtil | | | | | | | |
d216 | Hast not heard, that my Lord Jesus dyed | | | | | | | |
d217 | Have, have ye no regard, all ye | | | | | | | |
d218 | He had a sting once like his sire | | | | | | | |
d219 | He is risen higher, not set | | | | | | | |
d220 | He that a voyage undertakes | | | | | | | |
d221 | He that can in a moment space | | | | | | | |
d222 | He that his Father had forsook | | | | | | | |
d223 | He that his mirth hath lost | | | | | | | |
d224 | Hear me, my God, when I to thee | | | | | | | |
d225 | Hear! O great almighty King | | | | | | | |
d226 | Hearer of prayers, confound my foes | | | | | | | |
d227 | Hearer of prayers, to whom should I | | | | | | | |
d228 | Her virgin eyes saw God incarnate born | | | | | | | |
d229 | Here a little child I stand | | | | | | | |
d230 | Here, dear Lord, I love to be | | | | | | | |
d231 | Here I converse can freely with love | | | | | | | |
d232 | Here let me sigh, and sighing see | | | | | | | |
d233 | High in the heavens doth God reside | | | | | | | |
d234 | High priest of Zion [Sion], whose eternal throne | | | | | | | |
d235 | Highest of highest, that dost raise | | | | | | | |
d236 | Hora novissima, tempora pessima | | | | | | | |
d237 | Horrid darkness, sad and sore | | | | | | | |
d238 | How are my powers all tuned to mourn | | | | | | | |
d239 | How are, O God, we sinners bound | | | | | | | |
d240 | How blest are we, who may repair | | | | | | | |
d241 | How great! how gracious have I found | | | | | | | |
d242 | How hard is it for flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
d243 | How little did I hear, read, pray | | | | | | | |
d244 | How many, Lord! how foul! how great | | | | | | | |
d245 | How near me came the hand of death | | | | | | | |
d246 | How oft, and by how many crimes | | | | | | | |
d247 | How suitable this word to me | | | | | | | |
d248 | How sweet, how beauteous is the place | | | | | | | |
d249 | How uneasy are we here | | | | | | | |
d250 | How uneasy does it seem | | | | | | | |
d251 | How watchfull need we to become | | | | | | | |
d252 | How wrapt am I, how full of bliss | | | | | | | |
d253 | I am the door, said Christ: the spear's sad art | | | | | | | |
d254 | I bless my God for giving grace | | | | | | | |
d255 | I bow, blest Trinity, and in thee believe | | | | | | | |
d256 | I fear the God of heaven and earth | | | | | | | |
d257 | I feel, by motions in my sinnfull breast | | | | | | | |
d258 | I had a Lord, but ah he's gone | | | | | | | |
d259 | I had one only thing to do | | | | | | | |
d260 | I have an host of enemies | | | | | | | |
d261 | I have wandered like a sheep that's lost | | | | | | | |
d262 | I know that thou wast willing first | | | | | | | |
d263 | I pant towards thee | | | | | | | |
d264 | I praise him most, I love him best, all praise and love is his | | | | | | | |
d265 | I sent a sigh to seek thee out | | | | | | | |
d266 | I sought thee round about, O thou my God | | | | | | | |
d267 | I thank thee Lord, I thee adore | | | | | | | |
d268 | I wake, and join with you blest spirits above | | | | | | | |
d269 | I well perceive, that God hath limbed | | | | | | | |
d270 | I, whom of late | | | | | | | |
d271 | I would not die but live, dear living Lord! | | | | | | | |
d272 | I would not wake nor rise again | | | | | | | |
d273 | If angels sung a Savior's birth | | | | | | | |
d274 | If by the signs foresee we may | | | | | | | |
d275 | If death shall bruise this springing seed | | | | | | | |
d276 | If ever me thou love | | | | | | | |
d277 | If I demand what mercy is | | | | | | | |
d278 | If I into myself turn not mine eyes | | | | | | | |
d279 | If it be so that we must fight | | | | | | | |
d280 | If men think meanly, O my soul, of thee | | | | | | | |
d281 | If that a sinner's sighs be angels' food | | | | | | | |
d282 | If that sweet spirit of omnipotence | | | | | | | |
d283 | If those physicians honored be | | | | | | | |
d284 | Immortal heart, O let thy greater flame | | | | | | | |
d285 | In Paschal feast, ye end of ancient rite | | | | | | | |
d286 | In power or wisdom to contend with thee | | | | | | | |
d287 | In that a master, I was made | | | | | | | |
d288 | In this world [the Ise of dreames] | | | | | | | |
d289 | In vain, Great god, in vain I try | | | | | | | |
d290 | In way of nourishment and strength | | | | | | | |
d291 | Informed we are, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d292 | Innocent Lamb! thou knewest thy enemies plot | | | | | | | |
d293 | Is not the hand of God in this | | | | | | | |
d294 | Is this thy will and must I be | | | | | | | |
d295 | It is, Lord, of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d296 | It is the common guise of such | | | | | | | |
d297 | It is too much, that, in my heart | | | | | | | |
d298 | It must be drunk, the cup is mixed | | | | | | | |
d299 | It was thy pleasure, Lord, to say | | | | | | | |
d300 | It will go hard with you saith Christ | | | | | | | |