# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d2 | Always with us, always with us, Words of cheer | | | | | | | |
d3 | As in this darksome wild I stray | | | | | | | |
d4 | As in this place, O Lord, we meet | | | | | | | |
d5 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d6 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d7 | Before Jehovah's lofty throne | | | | | | | |
d8 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires [aspires] | | | | | | | |
d9 | Choose thou my way, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d13 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
d14 | Dear ties of mutual succor bind | | | | | | | |
d15 | Eternal Source of truth and light | | | | | | | |
d16 | For her my tears shall fall | | | | | | | |
d17 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d18 | From north to south the princes meet | | | | | | | |
d19 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d20 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d21 | God is our refuge and defense In trouble our unfailing aid | | | | | | | |
d22 | God is sending his truth o'er the world | | | | | | | |
d23 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d24 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d25 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d26 | He leadeth me, O blessed thought | | | | | | | |
d27 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
d28 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d29 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d30 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d31 | I am so glad that our [my] Father [Savior] in heaven | | | | | | | |
d32 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
d33 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
d34 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d35 | I need thee every hour, most gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
d36 | I will sing you a song of that [a] [the] beautiful | | | | | | | |
d37 | In thy name, O Lord, assembling We, thy people, now draw near | | | | | | | |
d38 | It may not be our lot to wield The sickle [sickles] in the ripened field | | | | | | | |
d39 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d40 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d41 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
d42 | Jesus whose eyes have never seen | | | | | | | |
d43 | Joy to the world, the Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
d44 | Lord, all I am is known to Thee | | | | | | | |
d45 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d46 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
d47 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
d48 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d49 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
d50 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d51 | My God, is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
d52 | My God, my Father [My God and Father], while [whilst] [though] I stray [pray] | | | | | | | |
d53 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d54 | My gracious Lord [God], I own thy right | | | | | | | |
d55 | My Jesus [Savior], I love thee, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d56 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
d57 | My rest [home] is in heaven [Eden], my rest [home] is not here | | | | | | | |
d58 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
d59 | My spirit on Thy care, blest Savior, I recline | | | | | | | |
d60 | My willing soul, eternal King | | | | | | | |
d61 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
d62 | Not will of mine O Holy One | | | | | | | |
d63 | Now rest, O saintly sleeper, rest | | | | | | | |
d64 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d65 | O God, our strength, to thee the [a] [our] song | | | | | | | |
d66 | O God, to thee we raise our eyes | | | | | | | |
d67 | O holy Savior Friend unseen, since on thine arm | | | | | | | |
d68 | O love divine, that [who] stooped [stoop'st] [stoops] to share | | | | | | | |
d69 | O patient hearts that meekly bear | | | | | | | |
d70 | O Savior thou, my Savior now | | | | | | | |
d71 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
d72 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d73 | O true reformers, not in vain | | | | | | | |
d74 | O who in such a world as this | | | | | | | |
d75 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
d76 | Pilgrim in life's toilsome road | | | | | | | |
d77 | Poor yourself, you have for others | | | | | | | |
d78 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
d79 | Precious promise come ye weary | | | | | | | |
d80 | Rest for the toiling hand | | | | | | | |
d81 | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
d82 | Servants of God, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
d83 | Silently the shades of evening | | | | | | | |
d84 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
d85 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
d86 | Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
d87 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d88 | Take the name of Jesus with you, child of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d89 | The light of smiles fill again | | | | | | | |
d90 | The Lord, our God, is clothed in [with] might | | | | | | | |
d91 | The Shepherd sought his sheep | | | | | | | |
d92 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d93 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d94 | There is a gate that stands ajar And through its portals gleaming | | | | | | | |
d95 | There is a land mine [my] eye [eyes] hath seen | | | | | | | |
d96 | There is a safe and peaceful fold | | | | | | | |
d97 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
d98 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d99 | There is no night in heaven, in that blest world | | | | | | | |
d100 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |