# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Constrained by love we come | | | | | | | |
d102 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d103 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d104 | Dear friends, I go to dwell With Jesus Christ, on high | | | | | | | |
d105 | Dearest Savior, help thy servant | | | | | | | |
d106 | Death! He [it] is the king of terror [terrors], And a terror to all kings | | | | | | | |
d107 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
d108 | Deceived by subtle snares of hell [I fell] | | | | | | | |
d109 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d110 | Disrobed of all his heavenly dress | | | | | | | |
d111 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d112 | Dost thou my profit seek | | | | | | | |
d113 | Down by the water side we meet | | | | | | | |
d114 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
d115 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
d116 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d117 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d118 | Election, 'tis a word divine | | | | | | | |
d119 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d120 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d121 | Enlisted into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
d122 | Eternal God, Almighty Cause | | | | | | | |
d123 | Eternal God, now smile on those | | | | | | | |
d124 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
d125 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
d126 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
d127 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d128 | Farewell, loving [lovely] Christian [Christians], the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d129 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d130 | Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, My Savior smiles | | | | | | | |
d131 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d132 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d133 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
d134 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d135 | Gaze on, spectators, and behold | | | | | | | |
d136 | Gird thy loins up, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
d137 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d138 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d139 | Go, missionaries, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
d140 | Go, read the third of Matthew | | | | | | | |
d141 | Go teach the [all] nations and baptize | | | | | | | |
d142 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d143 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
d144 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
d145 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d146 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
d147 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
d148 | Great God of wonders all thy ways | | | | | | | |
d149 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
d150 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d151 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d152 | Hail the day that saw him rise | | | | | | | |
d153 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d154 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
d155 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d156 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d157 | Hark, lo, we hear the turtle dove | | | | | | | |
d158 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d159 | Hark, the gospel trumpet's sounding, Sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d160 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d161 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d162 | Hark, the melodious, heavenly song | | | | | | | |
d163 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
d164 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d165 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d166 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
d167 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
d168 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
d169 | High on a throne my Lord doth sit | | | | | | | |
d170 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d171 | Hosanna to Jesus, my soul rise and sing | | | | | | | |
d172 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
d173 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d174 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d175 | How firm, how blissful is the place | | | | | | | |
d176 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d177 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
d178 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d179 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d180 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d181 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d182 | How happy is the Christian's state [mind] | | | | | | | |
d183 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d184 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
d185 | How pleasant, how [and] divinely fair | | | | | | | |
d186 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d187 | How sad and awful [dreadful] is my state | | | | | | | |
d188 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
d189 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d190 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d191 | How vain are the pleasures of time | | | | | | | |
d192 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
d193 | How wondrous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
d194 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d195 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
d196 | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
d197 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
d198 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
d199 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d200 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |